A/n: Warning. This chapter may not be for the faint hearted. It contains violence and not in a good way.

Treasuring Life

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Ron Stoppable was know as many things. Buffoon, Dufus, Coward, Mad Dog, Side Kick, Monkey Master. But ever since he got sucked into the dimension vortex he was called something he had never thought possible.

Outlaw, The Humanoid Typhoon, The Stampede.

He never minded all those names. They were just that. Names. Sticks and Stones. However, people in Gunsmoke had bullets and grenades. If it weren't for Uncle Vash, Aunt Meryl and Aunt Millie, he would be dead a long time ago. What he had become was a testament to that.

Ron Stoppable became the most dangerous gunman in all of Gunsmoke. And most of the time he wasn't even shooting. Most of his scars were from the time he got close to the enemy and disabled them using his mad-fu skills. He only used his gun if there was no alternative. And he seemed to be using his gun a lot recently.

Had the world he knew change so such that the villains he knew were crazy to the point of being psychopathic? And it scared him that he thought that that was normal.

He had lived long and hard. Literally. He still couldn't believe that he had suffered much just to get home. And his salvation had met him with open arms. He had made mistakes that almost got him killed, and sometimes he had been dead for a few moments just as his will to see Kim again surfaced and essentially revived him. He had fought the temptation to kill and he had come close a few times. At one time, he hadn't really care.

A few bandits, just to draw him out, shot innocent bystanders and waited for him to show, knowing his compassion will not make him back down. Instead of the Humanoid Typhoon meeting them they saw something they never thought possible.

They saw an incarnation of death.

Ron tore through the town, searching for those who were responsible, ignoring the bullets that tore through his body. The bandits cried out of fear when they saw him go through a brick wall and fought them head on, and unarmed. They screamed as he picked them up one at a time and broke their bones as he punched, kicked and threw them around. When it was all over, half of the town was ruined but the bandits were stopped. After that, he was feared in all of Gunsmoke.

Friend and foe alike.

He went in isolation for ten years, trying to rebuild the pan dimensional vortex inducer from scratch. All he had were the remnants of the device that got sucked through the vortex with him. And finally, with a triumphant cry, he had done it.

But irony was not without a sick humor. He needed a power source powerful enough to start the darn thing up. And he would not risk a Plant to power his desire to go back home.

Plants were interdimensional beings that are a source of energy since they generate tremendous power that could power an entire town for centuries. However, Ron saw that they were alive. And they looked human. They lived in a container that looked like a gigantic light bulb And he had met Independent Plants that are more powerful than he could imagine. They could destroy the world over and over again.

He should know. He witnessed it first hand.

He hoped he had left all the craziness back in Gunsmoke. But Kim's enemies had become what he had left behind.

Dangerous, Murderous and Psychotic.

He didn't like guns. But to protect his loved ones, he would pick up his guns without hesitation and do everything and anything to protect them.

/*****

Kim sighed as the three ladies left Dr. Director's office after she had told them that GJ had information that Motor Ed was gunning for them. Shego was the first one to frown. He was the most annoying person she had ever worked with but as soon as he had joined with Drakken, he had become one of the most dangerous persons in the world.

"Things get weirder and weirder," Kim said as she looked at her friends.

"Expect the weird with that crew," Shego growled. "He would supercharge anything to create mayhem."

"He does not bathe," Yori sniffed as she elegantly walked beside them. Kim and Shego just looked at her and laughed. Trust Yori to state the obvious.

"That's the least of our worries," Kim admitted as she walked towards the access tubes. "The reports said that he had stolen a lot of ammunition and gun parts. Knowing him he would create something powerful and destructive. And we can't stop him."

"I know two guys who could," Shego mused. Kim stopped as she realized what she was talking about. Could she really let them fight their battles for them?

"We can't, Shego. This is too much for us to ask them," but Kim wasn't convinced. She knew she was right.

"Ron-chan and Wolfwood-san are the best people to fight villains with guns, Kim-chan. It would be unwise not to ask for their help," Yori said sagely.

"Hell, they'd help anyway without your permission," Shego smiled. "They got that gem, didn't they?"

"I was still miffed about that," Kim sighed as she remembered the two of them leveling the whole town just to get away. "Anyway, I'll ask them when we see them. Let's go to mom's place. They should be finished by then." Suddenly, the alarm klaxon sounded. The three women paused and waited for the announcement. It was rare that the alarm sounded. It usually meant that they were invaded or that there was trouble nearby.

"Attention. Motor Ed is rampaging in Middleton Mall. Repeat. Motor Ed rampaging in Middleton Mall. Shots fired. Casualties are being reported. All available agents, report to the armory for arming. Agents Possible, Shego and Yori are lead agents for this mission."

"That ominous," Shego said as she hurried to their offices. "Let's go ladies. This is a battlesuit type of a mission."

"Better call the boys," Kim relented as Yori turned on her communicator. "I hate to say this but we need their help."

/*****

"Oh Red! Come out, come out where ever you are, seriously," Motor Ed teased as he walked slowly, firing anything that moved. Ed was wearing a tight suit but that was not the weird part. On his wrists were gatling guns that rotated around his wrists and were fed by an ammo loader that trailed to two huge containers on his back. He had a bulletproof helmet that was made of clear material that didn't restrict his vision.

He knew that the fastest way to get Kim Possible into the open was to lure her in. And what faster was to do that than to create as much havoc as possible.

"Eat lead, seriously," he said as he fired at the innocent bystanders. Never caring who got hit just as long as there was blood and destruction around. "Where are you Red!" When Ed turned, he saw a surprising sight.

Standing in his was was a blond man wearing a red coat. Despite wearing yellow tinted sunglasses, he knew that he was seriously pissed.

"Seriously, wrong red, seriously," Ed aimed and fired. The man only stepped back and dodged the bullets. Ed frowned at this. Despite the fully automatic fire of his guns, he merely sidestepped to dodge it.

"Who are you? Seriously?" Ed asked. The man looked at the wounded laying around. Most of them had their kids with them and now were crying for their parents. A couple of citizens helped in pulling them out of the way. Instead of an answer, the man pulled out a large silver revolver and aimed it at him.

Motor Ed growled. He was seriously spoiling his fun, seriously. He aimed at the man in red and ust fired, hoping to get rid of him.

Later he would find out that it would be harder that he first thought.

/*****

Ron and Nicholas ran as fast as they could towards the mall. They had gotten the call from the tweebs alerting that there was trouble brewing.

"May I ask something?" Nicholas said as he followed his friend. "What's with this mall? Didn't we just stop evil here yesterday?"

"It's the most populated area at this time," Ron said as they neared the mall. "And Gj has hidden access tubes there."

"Another question," Nicholas frowned as he looked at him. "How are we on ammo?" without pausing, Ron took out his gun and opened the chamber, only to realize something important.

"I only got five shots left," he said worriedly. "Forgot to get some yesterday. You?"

"One shotgun," Nicholas cursed. "I left all of my stuff back home."

"We'll just have... to... make... do..." Ron slowed down as he saw the entrance to the mall. Nicholas stopped and pulled out his shotgun from his sleeve. He silently cursed as he saw the carnage. There were bodies all around them, they didn't have a chance to get away from what ever it was that had done this. This was worse that what they seen in Gunsmoke. The innocent had been killed and for what? And by whom? Ron silently wore his sunglasses and walked towards the mall. The silent determination in his features were set like stone. Nothing would stop him on his way towards the culprit.

Nicholas felt his communicator vibrate and answered it. "Wolfwood-san," Yori's image came into view but as soon as she saw Nicholas's sad demeanor, she realized he already knew the situation.

"Yori, get as many medical teams as you can on the double," Nicholas said quietly and sadly to her. "Get Kim and yourself here quickly, Ron's going to lose it."

"Hai, Wolfwood-san," Yori understood.

"And Yori?" Nicholas sighed as he followed his friend in. "It's not pretty." Yori closed her eyes and silently cursed the man responsible for this. When she opened them, there was a steel firmness in them that he always saw in battle hardened people. Turning his communicator off, he paused to compose himself before heading in.

He knew that Ron wasn't taking this well. He could see his eyes glow a bright shade of blue as he looked for the man responsible for this. Ron never had to kill anyone before, but he came close. Nicholas barely stopped him the last time and it took Ron almost forever to come to terms of what he almost did.

When they heard the sounds of automatic gunfire, they both sprinted towards the sound, and they were not prepared to what they saw.

Bodies were scattered everywhere. It was worse that what they was outside. Men, women and children were lying dead. All because that a single madman was shooting at them.

"Oh Red! Come out, come out where ever you are, seriously," the man taunted.

Nicholas saw him. The man was shooting everything that moved. Enraged, he was about to shoot the man when he saw something that made him stop.

Monique was huddled behind one of the pillars, hiding from the man while trying to protect a wounded girl from the flying debris. He then holstered his shotgun on Ron's empty holster as he pulled out his revolver and rushed to help the ladies. Only when he reached them did Nicholas notice that the wounded girl was their friend Tara.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas asked as he dropped to his knees and slid towards the girls. Monique was crying as she tried desperately to stop the bleeding. Tara's wound was bad. Nicholas knew from experience that if did nothing in the next few seconds, she would die.

"Help us, C.T." Monique pleaded, using one of Ron's nicknames given to him. "She's dying."

"Not if I can help it," Nicholas took out his coat and made a makeshift pillow. "Now Monique, do you trust me?" when the girl nodded only then did Nicholas smile. "Keep her calm. This is going to hurt me more than it would hurt her." He then placed his hand over her wound and it glowed. Monique was shocked to see his hand glow and when she looked at his face, his eyes were pure yellow. If she wasn't concerned about Tara she would also notice that his hair was starting to dim.

Nicholas knew he was vulnerable as he healed Tara. He only wished that Ron would be all right.

*****/

Motor Ed was terrified. The man simply charged and shot him on his faceplate. He had thought that he heard one shot but three bullets were imbedded on his bulletproof helmet. Was this the man Drew told him about?

Ed aimed his gun and fired at his direction. But he couldn't hit him. He fired and fired but couldn't hit the man in red. The man fired again and struck his ammo feeder making his arm cannons man then threw the revolver away and drew another gun from the same holster?

Ed was baffled. How did the dude draw two guns from the same holster? He didn't have time to contemplate this since the man was already shooting at him. Ed used his cannons as shields but the bullets had quite a punch and destroyed his cannons.

Ed immediately took his ammo box from his back and it suddenly converted into a mini rocket launcher. He didn't have time to aim. He just fired at the man's general direction. As the missiles zeroed in on him, the man threw the gun away and pointed his left arm towards the oncoming projectiles.

And what Motor Ed saw blew his mind and his missiles away.

The man's wrist suddenly slid to its side. His forearm opened partially and came out a barrel of a gun that positioned itself on top of the forearm as it closed. The hand was now gripping a trigger and handle and he began shooting at the missiles.

The blast of the exploded missiles knocked Ed back and he promptly fell down from the force. And when he sat up, he saw the man walking menacingly towards him. It was slow and painful to see such a man walking towards him. Ed never had been afraid in his entire life and this mad was scaring him shitless.

"You killed them," the man in red growled. "For what?"

"They're just in the way!" Ed shouted, trying to remove his fear by shouting. "All I wanted was Red."

"You got him," the man shot both his kneecaps, preventing him from running away. Ed shouted in pain. He didn't expect that. Until now all good guys he faced were honorable. This man was simply primal.

"I'll make sure that you'll never kill a single soul ever again," the man in red said as he knelt over Ed and pressed the barrel of his gun arm on his protective headpiece.

"Don't. I don't want to die," Ed said in fear as he soiled himself. The man growled as he pushed the barrel on the bulletproof material until it cracked.

"And what a bout them?" the man shouted. "Didn't they deserve to live?" the man pulled the trigger and Ed closed his eyes, expecting the worse until he heard an unmistakable sound of a click. Ed began smiling. He ran out of bullets! But before he could act, the man had retracted his gun and began punching his face with his gun arm.

Ed was shocked as each punch cracked his helmet more. The man he never knew punched and punched until his fist deteriorated from the force. But he wasn't finished. With an animalistic roar, the man grabbed his destroyed hand and pulled.

Metal snapped and groaned and finally with one mighty pull, detached his arm from its connecting elements. And then he began using it as a club and started pummeling Ed.

The man kept on hitting Ed's helmet, trying to destroy it and get into the flesh. He never noticed that he was gathering an audience which no one ever knew how to stop the man in red.

Then it happened. The bulletproof helmet was destroyed with the remains of his mechanical arm. But that was not enough. The man in red started punching the man using his good arm. His rage building with every punch. It seemed that he would not stop. Not until the man suffered a long and agonizing death.

That is until two set of dainty arms wrapped around him that he stopped. His anger ebbed as he saw two girls embracing him and burying their head on his body.

"He had enough Ron," Kim said as she cried, trying to keep his love from killing.

"He is not worth it, Ron-san," Yori said softly as her grip on him tightened. Ron, shakily looked at Ed who was already unconscious. He had forgotten himself in his rage. Forgot that he must treasure it despite the blackness of its soul.

With Kim and Yori at his side, he wept.

End of chapter.

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