He woke that morning from a terrible dream. Slowly rising, her slowly walked over to Sasha. Putting on one of his special outfits, he slowly climbed onto Sasha. Soon he was flying through the air towards his target, dog figurine in hand. He could not hear anything because of his mask, audio warfare was one of his preferred methods of assassination. Staring off into the distance, he thought slowly to himself. Thirteen more targets and my scores will all be settled. I'm almost done. Two years of work is nearly completed. He grinned. This would be fun. He revved Sasha's engine. They shot off into the sky.

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"Three reports were received today of an odd flying man shouting, 'Booyahahaha!' Could this be signalling the long feared return of Zorpox, The Conqueror, or is this the work of someone else? If it isn't Zorpox, is it a prankster or some new and equally disturbed villain? The world can only speculate. Log on to our website for information about Zorpox. We'll be bringing updates to this story as we get them."

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Kim stared at Ron. "No. You're lying. You have to be lying. You're him, but you're not him. You're not making any sense. Get away from me. Get away from me. Get away!" Kim ran from his room, eyes blurry and brain only slightly active. Ron sighed softly to himself. He then collapsed, utterly exhausted and spent. He didn't even fight as the tears started falling. He didn't know if he would ever fight again.

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The man on Sasha slowed as he neared his target. He jumped, landing in the middle of the mark's room, not even bothering to mask his presence. "Hello. Let's play a game." He let out another of Zorpox's twisted laughs. "I'll try to kill you, you'll try to escape." His grin turned into a snarl. "Don't die too fast. I want some fun out of this." Zorpox approached the master assassin, not hearing or caring about any reply. He held out his hand, his other pulling a throwing star from his bag. Grasping it tightly he launched his body towards his opponent. He threw the star past his prey, bouncing it back into the fool's back. Another laugh. "What? Can't you dodge a simple star?" He pulled out a katana. "Well then, this is gonna be about as easy as killing bloated polititians is."

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Soon, a masked man was standing over the quartered corpse of his former opponent. He laughed.

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"This is Pim Probable here at the scene of the murder of a retired GJ agent. The scene is indeed a bloody one, and is contributed, so far, to the feared Zorpox. The report the police received was that a man, presumably dressed in dark clothing, but possibly unnaturally hued, fled the scene laughing Zorpox's signature laugh. Naturally this news is disturbing. For those of us who don't know, Zorpox was the first and one of only two villains to best the great Kim Possible. It is believed that Zorpox is the manifestation of the evil of former citizen and peer of Kim, Ron Stoppable. He has not been seen publically in five years, since the time when he broke up with Miss Possible. It has been reported yet unconfirmed that this loss caused him to lose heart and give into his darkness. Several sources have told us that he was taken in to government holding, though this also remains unconfirmed. If you see Ron Stoppable or Zorpox, the Conqueror, regard them both as extremely dangerous. I repeat, both of these men are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. Do not engage them if you see them. Instead call your local tips hotline..."

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Ron awoke with a start as a knocking sound came from his door. "Yes?" He said opening his door.

"Mr. Stoppable, you are under arrest. We're putting you in heavy security lock down."

"Any particular reason I should listen to you?"

"We believe Zorpox may have returned."

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Kim sat in her house crying. She listened to the TV at times like this: it helped to calm her down. "Why would he lie to me like that? Why?" Looking up, she noticed something that made her blood run cold. The news report headline said, "Zorpox: Is He Back?"

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Ron sat alone in solitary confinement, a single camera watching him no matter where he went. He didn't mind. He didn't do much. He merely ate, slept, and occasionally used the toilet in the center of the room. Nothing to even merit the interest of the men stationed outside of his room. He was slowly wasting away. It was plain to anyone who watched him. He would eat only slightly less than enough to survive, regardless of how much food was placed in his cell. Finally, one day, he collapsed from malnutrition. according to the rules, no one was allowed to enter, even if a medical emergency were to happen. There was nothing they could do.

Ron Stoppable flatlined fairly quickly, and immediately the GJ agents ran into the room to revive him. Two hours later, Ron was fairly stable, but still in danger of death. Even so, no one was allowed to try to wake him from his coma. Within a week the world was informed of the coma that they suspected had taken away both Zorpox and the Black Mastiff. Exactly twenty four hours after that, another attack occurred. GJ made a public apology for the detention of Ron Stoppable and announced visitors would be allowed to see him the next day.

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Kim ran to the door that sealed Ron into solitude. She stared anxiously as the machines attached to him buzzed and beeped, praying that the men who were coming to open the door would arrive soon. The soft and shallow movements on the brainwave monitor were alarming but deep in her heart she knew that he would survive. He had to survive.

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Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible arrived at the facility early in the morning, anxious to see the man they had once considered another son. They still didn't know the whole story, regardless of any communications from Kim, but they believed that breaking up with Ron was the stupidest thing she had ever done. Therefore they had been both shocked and pleasantly surprised when Kim had called them, telling them that she and Ron were both at GJ headquarters, and asking about how to show him that she was sorry. Mrs. Dr. P thought the advice James had given, to tell him and then take a passive approach, was the best he'd ever given.

Kim gasped as her mother entered the room she'd been in for most of the day. Her father entered shortly after. The gasp Kim had was mirrored a minute later by her mother when she saw the sickly boy in front of her. Gone was the Ron who had eaten at her house as often as at his own. Instead this man was a near to death man, whose eyes, she was sure, were full of sorrow and suffering. His face was gaunt, unshaven, and lifeless. His sunken stomach showed nothing but muscle, though the bone could not have been far. From what she could see, Ron was once one of the strongest men in the world. Now he had to fight for a chance at living. He looked as though he might snap as a branch if caught in a strong breeze. She noticed the look of despair on Kim's face, then the bleak outlook portrayed by the machines preserving his life. "I did this." The words, spoken by her daughter shocked Anne. She knew that Kim and Ron had been fighting, but hearing that her daughter was the cause of this... Anne's mind could not find the words. Kim did. "I crushed his soul. I might as well have killed him. Remember when I broke up with him? This was a much more crippling blow." Anne did indeed remember that day, just as she remembered this hollow voice. Ron had used this voice back then, shortly before he'd tried to end his life. She couldn't imagine what could have caused a hurt deeper than that. "I rejected him." Anne took a sharp intake of air, involuntarily. James merely sat in the corner, confused. He didn't understand this side of his Kimmy-cub. It scared him. "He bared his soul to me and I rejected him. I rejected him for no reason other than that he told the truth." Both of her parents were shocked, but Kim found she was no longer able to look at them. She looked over at the man whose life was held in a precarious balance, the man who'd tried to end that life twice because of her already, the man she loved. Her voice was little more than a whisper at this point, and her parents leaned towards her unconsciously. "I don't deserve him. I should leave while he sleeps. He doesn't need the pain I've caused him. He never earned it. I shouldn't give him more."

Anne and James Possible left GJ, both with tears streaming down their faces. They cried for the young couple whose pain was not earned. They cried for the young couple whose lives were toyed with by fate. They cried for the world.

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The Stoppables went to see their son late in the evening. They brought Hana with them for the simple reason that she deserved to see her brother. The tall and imposing structure seemed out of place in Middleton. Their son seemed out of place in the stark white room.

Hana saw Kim in the hall as they walked through the building. "Kim!" She giggled happily and walked over. "Sister Kim! Are you here to see the man, too?"

Kim looked around for a minute, disoriented and confused by the small voice that had called out to her. Noticing Hana, she walked over. "Hey, Han. Are you here to visit your brother?"

"Yeah! They say he was a hero and was wrongly persuhcutted. What does persuhcutted mean, Kim?"

Kim laughed for the first time since Ron had told her his secrets. It was impossible to be sad while in the same room as Hana. "Persecuted, Hana, means that people did bad things to him for no good reason. Like because he was smart or because he had blond hair or something."

Hana looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why did they persuhcut him, Kim?" She finally asked. Hana thought she had said something wrong the moment she saw tears cloud Kim's vision. "Did I say something bad, Kim?"

"No. No, you didn't. Your brother was persecuted because he loved me. The only thing he ever did wrong was try to help me. He truly was a hero, Han. He is the greatest hero the world has ever seen. You should be proud to call him brother."

When all the Stoppables and Kim were in the same room, Kim found that her mind was incapable of thought as Han recounted what Kim had told her. "Kim told me he's the greatest hero ever! Tell me some stories!" Kim stifled a laugh at the demanding tone Han used, but still had tears cloud her eyes as she thought of all of times Ron had saved her. She laughed along with everyone else as they all told stories of his antics, but Kim felt that laughing while Ron lay silent beside her was a betrayal of everything he stood for.

Soon enough, Kim was again left all alone with Ron. She smiled softly as she fell asleep, his hand in hers.

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In the dead of night, Kim awoke to find that there were ten ninjas in the room with her. One of these was a mere half foot tall. She bowed silently to the Yamanouchi ninjas, watching as they paid their respects to their greatest warrior hero. She watched as each face was unmasked. She recognized Yori, Hirotaka and Rufus, as well as the faces of several of the others. Finally Rufus came forward alone and placed a small package on Ron's chest after waving it under his nose several times. "Cheese," stated an obviously distraught Rufus. The ninja left quickly after that, every eye among them teary. Kim sat back down by the head of her best friend. She would not leave his side til he woke, this she swore to herself.

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Kim awoke early the next morning, and as she sat up she noticed that apparently the extended Possible and Stoppable families had arrived during the night as had Wade, he even came in person. Most notably in her family were her cousins Larry and Joss, her uncle Slim, and Nana Possible. Even Ron's cousin Shawn had arrived. She was only mildly surprised to see a teary eyed Joss try to wake Ron as Larry just watched. "C'mon Ron. You're not supposed to get hurt! You're my hero! What'll I tell the fanclub? You can't be hurt. You can't be." Kim wrapped an arm around Joss.

"Don't worry. He'll pull through. You can't keep a hero down. I've gotten hurt before, too. Ron just got hurt a little more than usual." So far only Kim and her parents knew that Ron had intentionally starved himself. Everyone else had assumed that he'd been hurt by some form of GJ incompetence. She was lucky that no one had yet threatened to sue. If Ron had indeed worked for GJ as he claimed then there was a waiver on file, though, so it didn't matter much. She whispered quietly, so that no one would hear, though Joss did, "C'mon, Ron. You have to get through this. I still haven't apologized.

The two families had settled down and were talking quietly to each other as Kim sat at Ron's side, never getting up. She was listening to Jim and Tim, who, like the super geniuses they were, were trying to find a way to wake Ron up. "His coma was caused by a case of hypoglycemia..." "But the cardiac arrest complicated the situation..." "Causing the coma to remain after treatment was administered." "Because he was legally dead for a short time, has a history of cranial trauma, and wants to date our sister..." "...we can safely assume that he's suffered brain damage." "If that's true then..." "...our experimental regenerative tissue..." "...might help to revive him!" "Hicka-bicka-boo?" "Hoosha!"

At the sound of the 'Hoosha!' everyone in the gigantic room turned to look at the twins. "We might be able to save Ron..." "...if we use our new invention." "It'll also help his memory, though we don't doubt that some mild memory loss has occurred.

"That won't matter. He imprinted most of his memories into me so that he could show me some things." At this everyone turned to Kim.

"Let's do this." Everyone turned to look at Mr. Stoppable. The steel in his answered their unvoiced questions.

A/N: If anyone else but me was writing this I'd be angry at this point. I can't believe that I almost decided to kill Ron earlier in the chapter. Next chapter is entirely from 'Zorpox's' POV, if indeed that is who it is.

To be honest, I ended this here because I don't want to write anymore today, but I wanted to post so that I might get some more reviews. Come on people.

Instead of an inspirational or insane quote, I've decided to make you jealous here. As I wrote this, I ate corned beef and cabbage, while listening to Jimmy Buffett's album: Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection. Isn't that a vivid picture?