Unstoppable

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Chapter Eight: The Defeat of Kim Possible

If a bulb in the house is not on then it is burnt out, all doors are unlocked and windows open for a quick escape; she is ready to retreat if she has to this time. Kim lies still atop the messed sheets of Ron's bed, her eyes closed. The pain in her head is still present regardless of the pills she has taken through out the day. For a moment she opens one eye and looks around his room.

Ron's mirror is broken. Perhaps when Zorpox fought Shego he was thrown into it? The house has been empty for some time and not too long ago Kim took advantage of the silence and laid down to collect her thoughts. His parents probably never left the house, maybe they are still here somewhere…in the walls maybe? Where the thought had come from, well, who knows. Kim tries to recollect her thoughts, just how did she end up here?

She fell asleep on the living room couch…but must have sleep walked into Ron's room for strangely the next time she opened her eyes there she was. When she awoke her arms were wrapped around Ron's pillow.

"I miss you so much." Her nose is buried in the fabric and her voice is muffled.

"KP. I miss you too." His gentle voice whispers in her ear.

His fingers continue to lightly hold the red hair back from her now exposed ear. Her eyes flutter open as his body's weight is added to the bed besides her. Instead of jumping up Kim lays still, her senses a little hazy, his gentle touch helps to further cloud her mind and delay her action. She sighs as his lips brush against her lobe, leaning into his hand so his palm disappears within her silky red hair. She was always fond of Ron playing with her, Quote: "Flippy" hair.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, his body pressing against hers.

He kisses her again on her cheek and sighs himself as Kim turns her head to him. Kim's eyes look tired but as her hand weakly grips his cargo pants he scoops her up in his arms and presses his cheek to hers. She is shaken a bit, but hopes she will be a little more aware due to the sudden movement. Despite her delirious state, Kim feels something amiss.

His voice brings an eerie calm to what little coherent thinking Kim has at the moment.

"I missed you…a day was too much."

Her eyes instantly show an increase in her attention as they open as wide as they can without popping out of her sockets. Again he is in those clothes, that leather jacket and his hair is slicked back. In his arms her body is nearly limp from exhaustion. Just some slight wiggling which he seems to enjoy. Her palm lightly touches the side of his face. With a snap of her wrist his cheek is left stinging.

"That…wasn't very nice."

Her teeth grind together as she pushes him from her with what little strength she seems to have. Zorpox leans in trying to kiss her but the only thing his lips touch is Kim's palm. He scowls, dropping her and whipping his mouth. Kim holds herself up as he stares at something on his hand. She refuses to look at him and her eyes stare coldly at the ground.

"What have you been up to Kimberly Ann?"

"Sleeping."

"Oh, dreaming of me?" He bats his eyes playfully.

"You wish." She turns her gaze to a shirt on the floor in an attempt to avoid looking at him while she speaks.

"You're bleeding." He holds up the blood stained hand before slowly dragging his tongue over his own flesh to devour the red liquid, something Kim regretfully does not miss. "Tastes like strawberries."

Kim follows his gaze to her palm. Between her fingers run what look like red rivers. They flow onto the stained sheets. Along the covers she now notices are red handprints, messy streaks of red from when she clawed her way onto the bed. Distracted Kim does not notice Zorpox eyeing her, contemplating whether to take her now or not. Suddenly he jumps on her, pushing Kim on her back and as she tries to scream covers her mouth.

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"Ron!" Kim tugs at her hair as she stumbles about the room. "Stop!" She swings her arms out in all directions, her nails scratching air.

Colliding with a wall Kim bounces to the floor, she grunts on impact and only stops rolling when she hits the base of Ron's bed. Letting a moan escape her lips Kim digs her nails in her scalp. The house is quiet except for her hoarse scream. Had she screamed earlier, perhaps in her sleep? Yeah, it was definitely a dream…she was dreaming.

"Kim. You need to pull yourself together."

Slowly getting to her feet Kim mentally settles herself and slows her breathing. Her hair is facing all directions with only one of her eyes showing, she looks around Ron's wrecked room. Shirts are torn in half, the sheets are sprawled on the floor and the mirror is cracked with several pieces lying scattered on the floor. The mess is expected however as there was a fight just the other night…it's the blood she does not remember.

Hand prints are smeared all over the room in red. Now as she lifts her upper body from the floor Kim notices how wet her hands are; the mirror is broken in two places and both of her palms are soaked red with blood. Crawling onto the bed Kim slowly comes to a realization. Her bloody hands had inflicted the damage to Ron's room.

"This is my blood." Her eyes are wide. "But when did I…" Her head instantly begins to throb.

Her body tenses up the more her head hurts. What could be causing the pain, more importantly how can she stop it? When Shego and Drakken left the pain grew, the more Kim thought of Ron the stronger her inner anguish. He had to have done something to her.

"You've done something to me…but I can fight it. I can do anything."

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"Sorry I'm late KP." Zorpox apologizes in a voice almost like Ron's. "Had to stop for a naco break. Hope Ned there can somehow relay the fact he's on…top of the…giant taco…"

Kim is unconscious on the bed, tangled in the sheets. Dressed in full villain attire he smiles somewhat deviously, though upset that she is not awake to listen to his story. Looking at her now he wishes she were back at his base already. He could have broke her the night before, but nothing was ready at all…the lair or the gifts or the full effect of his newest invention. Oh, and the attitudeinator.

The machine had been barley functional when he used it on himself, Drakken and Shego and afterwards the thing was thoroughly fried. He took it back to his secret hideout and after repairing it, gave the device a good shine; nothing dirty goes on Zorpox's girlfriend's head after all.

"You're so predictable Kimberly Ann. I tell you to meet me alone and you do it!" He laughs. "Shego and Drakken were handed to you for protection and you sent them away. This fate is your own fault, just as I planned it." He sneers. "And soon, as I have planned you will share my fate and together we will take for ourselves the company worldwide known as Bueno Nacho as our own! A Boyahahahaha!" A pauses for a moment before waving his finger at her as if scolding a child. "Still, it's rude to have not waited up for me. You'd think a professional hero such as yourself would be able to stay up. Go figure."

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Kim slowly opens her eyes. As she focuses her vision, the new scenery takes her by surprise. A large room, lavished in furniture with expensive sparkling jewelry and bright blue roses thrown about everywhere. Weakly Kim sits up and steadies herself on the large bed, she looks around at the pulled back canopy, the lack of windows and the very large mirror just in front of her.

Her hair is tied back in a high ponytail with blue roses attached to the diamond band holding it all up. Her mission clothes are gone and instead she is wearing an ankle length black dress embroidered with a blue rose that follows the slit which goes up to her mid thigh. Kim notices she has no shoes as her feet touch the plush white carpet.

"What's going on here?" She whispers, turning about to look at her attire.

"You are so beautiful Kimberly." A familiar voice laced with desire comes from nowhere.

There are no windows and no door, standing in the middle of the room dressed in his bad boy attire Zorpox could have come from anywhere. He smiles charmingly as he takes careful steps towards Kim.

"What is all of this about?" She stares him down as he stops a safe distance from her.

He is wearing an expensive jacket, leather shoes and designer pants. He dressed to impress and even as she glares Kim has to admit he does not look all that bad. The look definitely makes him appear a bit more distinguished. Nothing however changes the fact that he is evil and not her Ron…he can never be Ron.

"This is about you…it's about me. Us, Kimberly. I want there to be an us." He sounds so sincere.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble but there is never going to be an us. Just a Ron and a Kim…no room for Zorpox." She scowls, waving her arms in an 'your out' fashion.

His feet shift as he leans towards her, his heightened sense of smell taking in her own unique scent mixed with the roses he created. That seed he planted has had a day to grow and fight as she might, this has been affecting her for days now. He can win if he plays his cards right, be gentle and all that jazz.

"How about we just talk then?" He sounds a little like he is up to something, but Kim nods anyway. "Good. Very good Kimberly. Lets chat shall we? Hm?"

"Fine, but I have some rules if you even want this to be a real conversation." Details she knows he is fond of; if he spoke to her, Zorpox is not guaranteed that she will actually listen to him.

As long as he keeps his distance, Kim agrees to speak with him. She sits solemnly on the plush bed, one ankle gently over the other. He cannot help but admire how beautiful she can look when she is dressed up properly.

"I know why Ron loves me. Why do you? Or do you?" The question had been in her mind for some time now.

He is brought out of his trance by her words. Love? Obsessed is more the word, he longs to touch her in every way Ron never could. Pines in the deepest parts of his being to have her in his arms…to romantically share a naco under the moonlight. There are different kinds of love…but this is definitely obsession.

"Love isn't the right word. Not in my case, Kimberly." He leaves it at that.

"Then what do you want from me?" All this silence is unnerving her, she tries to keep him talking since at least he sounds sane for the moment.

"I want what Ron wants."

"What Ron wants." She repeats, deep in thought.

"Same goals, different methods." He chimes in a yawn.

"I see."

Slowly he walks towards her, his eyes locked with hers. His face is covered with makeup to appear normal Kim notes and he remains solemn. Despite watching him walk across the room it seems he is in an instant at the foot of the bed. Kim wills her body to move, but that voice, small and yet so powerful keeps her still even as his hands touch the soft comforter of the bed.

"What do you want."

Kim closes her eyes as he touches her. His hand gently brushes her cheek as his fingertips touch the curls coming down along her ears. Breathing softly her mind goes completely blank, she had been so afraid of him earlier, he made her feel scared, angry and confused. Now strangely she just finds herself sitting and letting him touch her.

But this is so different. It must be the Ron in him because something in the way he moves and feels right now is just so familiar. Familiar, but foreign. Alluring. Her eyes snap open as she realizes what she is doing. With a tainted conscience Kim pushes him off of her and onto the floor. He stands instantly. Obviously, trying to contain his rage.

"Kimberly." His voice is strained, agitated and angry as he raises his hand. "Listen to me!"

He shakily lowers his hand. Kim honestly thought he was going to strike her. Oddly enough she just closed her eyes, preparing to take the blow. Maybe deep down she knew he was not going to do it. The temporary blindness is just long enough for Zorpox to recover his composure.

"You look a little steamed. Not as good as you thought, Zorpox the Conqueror?" Kim softly taunts, her emerald eyes half closed and glazed over with pride.

"What makes you angry, Kimberly?" He asks suddenly, his voice smug. "The fact that I took Ron away or the fact that deep down I am a part of him. Is it that I made you obey me when you wore that dress or could it be that I defeated you and locked you up in this room? Please tell me Kimberly how does it feel to be helpless and alone. I can tell you how it feels…dark and cold. It makes a person realize something. It's easy to do terrible things when you know that the only time you're going to stop is when you return to that purgatory. That's where you are."

His breath is on her lips and his hands are snaking their way around her wrists. How this came to be she has no idea but his words sink in. And within herself she finds that flame filling her, the heat burns her heart as his voice fills her mind. This stranger within her is waking up and Kim is not so sure if she wants to keep fighting, or let go.

"This is where you'll stay."

He pulls her into his arms, his body fits her so well. Then again, Ron and her were made for each other. He cradles her, his face tainted with a crooked grin. Kim weakly tries to free herself even knowing it is useless.

"You know that no one can hear you scream in here."

"Is that so." Her voice is tired.

"So if you say you want me to kiss you…nobody has to hear you." His teeth gently nip at her earlobe.

"Why would I say that?" She jerks her head away as she look towards the wall.

He can tell she is ready. The effect is weakening her physically because of her inner struggle. Gently he leans in and nudges her nose to the side with his own and presses his lips to hers. The gentle sensation sends a chill down his spine as his lips move over hers and only heightens as hers gently move back. He cups her face briefly in his palms before moving his hands lower around her thin waist.

Then he softly grabs her wrists as he begins to lean her back. Her back hit's the plush comforter and the sensation is enough to bring her back to reality; Kim tries to pull her wrists free of his grasp. He moans at the slight struggle, but tears his lips from hers as she lands a kick in his shin.

"Kimberly! That was completely uncalled for!" He whines.

Catching her breath Kim bares her teeth at the trickster before her. Pulling her arms back and kicking him in his legs again and again does nothing for her escape as he pins her back to the bed. Her legs end up kicking the air above the two as her body sinks into the mattress. Turning her head Kim munches on his hand and at the sudden pain Zorpox loosens his grip.

"Get away from me!" Her voice is hoarse from the emotion behind it as she begins throwing random punches at him. "Don't touch me!" Laced with venom her anger wards him off.

"So the drama Kimberly." He grumbles, standing over her. "Seriously you need to chill and just let the effect take effect already."

Her eyes open wide. That ray he hit her with…was just like the one Shego hit Ron with! Kim crawls away from him and leans against the headboard for support as she slowly lets the fact seep in…she is going to end up just like Zorpox.

"Exactly." He chuckles. "My dear you're a day away from villainess-Ville! That and being my new and improved Kimberly."

"Please." Her words are pointless though spunky.

"Please…somewhere in your mind you're thinking about it, me and you. What it would be like. Come on, consciously, think about it for a moment consciously." He leans confidently on the edge of the bed. "It is something you'll want eventually, you so sure Ron will ever be able to give it to you. Just let go for a moment, do what your mind's telling you too, that primal urge we all have no matter how virtuous and pure we think we ar-"

"I. Love Ron."

And with those last words said she turns her back on him, arms crossed and eyes closed, completely oblivious to his existence. His mouth falls agape at the one thing she could do to cause him distress…ignore him.

After a moment Zorpox leaves and Kim is left alone. She turns around, her dress twirling with her as she checks the room for the psychotic madman.

"There has to be a way out of here." Kim notes as she inspects the walls cautiously.

He is nowhere in the room, but Kim knows he is still here somewhere, watching her every move like the twisted psychopath he is. Zorpox can leave but the thought of her remains in his one track mind. At least Kim can take some comfort in knowing he will not harm her because winning her over seems to be an objective of his, even greater to that of taking over Bueno Nacho, which brings about an important question that if he is indeed just an evil version of Ron…does Ron love her as much as Zorpox obsesses over her?

And Kim herself, her mind sways more and more towards the blue heathen; Kim discovers more frequently that her mind is breaking down into one that is making sense of what he is doing. In finding reason in his actions, Kim is clearly losing her mind herself. She can hold out though, she is stronger willed than Ron admit tingly.

Besides her is another dress, beautiful, expensive and probably stolen. Sighing Kim rolls her eyes. Like she would ever change knowing he is watching…sicko.

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"She's…gone."

"Perhaps she is off thwarting him at his lair?" Drakken offers.

"No. If Kimmie was going to stop him. Here would have been the place. Besides, if she won…where did all this blood come from? There would be a…(gulp) body right?" Shego stammers in her speech as she ties to avoid the sticky mess on the floor, walls and sheets.

"That's blood?" Drakken comments. "I thought it was ketchup?"

Shego slowly stares at the man next to her, taking him in for a moment. A loud girly scream has her stumbling backwards as he comes to the shocking realization and runs to Shego, leaping in her arms. He is not dropped, but gently set down as Shego tries to refocus herself on the task at hand.

"We have to rescue Kimmie, Doctor D." She states.

"Rescue Kimberly? Won't that be dangerous, she's defeated us numerous times…can she not take care of her boyfriend, alone?" He quivers.

Being in Kim's shoes, Shego can see just how similar she is to Kim. Wonderfully gifted, passionate and complete with one dopey sidekick…in a non mean, just telling the truth way. Gently she ushers Drakken out of the room as he cannot keep his hands from shaking.

"Kimie can't defeat Ron. She loves him. We have to go and stop him before he wins."

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"How are you feeling Kimberly Ann?" He asks from nowhere, his voice booming from all directions.

"Lonely." She groggily states. "I miss Ron."

"M-iss R-Ron?" He stammers, the sound of his fist slamming against a dashboard in the background.

Kim slowly creeps off of the bed and walks towards the beauty mirror. She does look lovely, but despite her appearance on the outside Kim cannot help but feel sick on the inside. Her mind is twisting to his favor more and more, only she hides it far better than he did. It has bought her time at a questionable price.

For a moment she forgets he is somewhere close by and imagines instead Ron is standing next to her. She feels so light headed and helpless. Maybe she was wrong about the ray's effects. Perhaps it drains her energy instead of turning her evil. Makes her helpless, a damsel in distress. Then again, what could have caused her mental breakdown, the blood and Ron's trashed room? Everything is so mixed up inside her right now.

"What is happening to me?" She holds her head, forgetting for a moment that Zorpox is listening.

"Kimberly." His voice is right behind her. "You're learning what its like to be on the bottom!"

She takes a blow to her side and skids along the floor, bouncing once and hitting the wall hard. He watches his prey weakly stirring from under her own frailty. Underneath all the talk and the martial arts he knows her one true, deepest and darkest secret. Kimberly Ann Possible is a young woman, sworn to do good, to be the best, she is strong, she is beautiful…she is in love.

Kim rolls onto her back, her breathing shallow. Its hard for her to keep her vision focused; Zorpox is a blue blur as he hovers over her still body, watching her chest rise and fall in a lagging manner. She can see him clearly for a moment, he is wearing his costume. His eyes are hidden behind a glare that is on his goggles, her face is covered with her own anxiety. She stares for what feels like hours, but in reality is only a second before he begins to speak.

"This game is dragging out, it's like a bad novella. We don't want to jump the shark Kimberly so lets get the ball rolling with some real good story. Juicy stuff. Make me cry."

"You. Are. Crazy. I still don't see how you're going to win. I'll never love you." She weakly breaths.

"That old line? Heh. Kimberly Ann, this is so much more than that! Heh-Hahaha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!" He laughs mockingly. "Is that what you think this is all about? Of course its all about you! Its always about you!" He leans down, resting his fists on his knees as he looks hard at her. "This is about me! Not about you loving me, but me making you love me!"

"You're…insane."

Kim chokes silently as he grips the front of her dress tightly to hold her up. Grinding his teeth together Zorpox raises his other hand as if to slap her. Her limp face indicates that it will do him no good. Releasing her, he listens carefully to the sound of Kim's body hitting the floor.

His own body is still once he reaches his feet. Nothing at this moment could change the serious expression on his face; That soft sound will forever be embedded in his memory.

"Kimberly. Flattery will get you everywhere."

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Eh, this is not my favorite chapter. To me the writing seems blah and not very much happens for how much I wrote. Oh well, chapter eight and only a few more to go. Hm...this could make a neat fancomic and though i've said it before I may turn this fic into one. Eh, what do you guys think?