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Awakenings

Chapter 6 - The Big Showdown, Part 2

After the sense of disorientation and displacement passed, Ron looked all around him. Middleton, the old neighborhood. He met Kim in the Pre-K just a few blocks away, he could see his old tree house just up ahead. All the memories washed over him like a tidal wave, he was speechless, paralyzed by it. Then he remembered his family, his baby sister, and the reason he was there in the first place. Fukushima was up ahead, across the street from the house. He hasn't seen Ron yet, he must not have been warned by his dark master. No need to take chances, no need to play nice. Ron had to finish this fast. His steps were whisper quite, as if he was walking on air. The power was building all around him, he truly had learned to gain control over it but this would test if he had enough control. Off the ground and into the air, not a sound, a ninja's graceful flight. Now Fukushima knew he wasn't alone, the kick to his back sent him tumbling to the middle of the street, face down on the hot, rough asphalt. "What challenge is a house filled with innocent people, Fukushima?"

Fukushima pulled himself off the ground. His hand moved to his face, a pebble of asphalt embedded into his cheek. A quick flick of the thumb freed it from his person as he rose to his feet. "Challenge? None," he responded. "But satisfaction, a great deal. My master is wise. Even if you refuse to face me, I could lure you out by endangering the ones you love. And if you continued to ignore me, I would at least have the satisfaction of knowing how miserable your life would be when you discover your family dead." He turned to Ron and Ron almost looked away. Fukushima's face, it reminded him of the Corrupted One; an exact replication of the original but somehow twisted, tainted, made inhuman in some way that couldn't be explained. Looking at Fukushima then, Ron knew his soul had been forfeited and he no longer faced a human being. "I will show compassion this day and settle for only killing you!"

Ron took a deep breath and let all the knowledge of Monkey Kung-Fu enter his mind. He was now the vessel of hundreds of years of knowledge and discipline but he could only hope it was enough for this fight. "I don't want to hurt you Fukushima. I never wanted to hurt you. All this anger, this blood lust, it's a mistake. You need to see that the only one robbing you of your honor is yourself."

Fukushima took a stance Ron had never seen before. It was almost primal, like a wild animal. The nails on his hand became black and sharp like claws, red stripes began to peek around the sides of his face. Fukushima was tapping into the spirit of Tiger Fist and it was giving him exactly what it promised; power. "When I break you into pieces and feast upon your remains. I will be remembered as the warrior who destroyed the world's mightiest champion!"

With lightning speed, Fukushima pounced, poised like a panther lunging in for the quick kill. Ron threw himself back, using his shoulders against the sidewalk to act as a spring board. When Fukushima was close enough, Ron launched out his legs into his foe's abdomen with full force. Fukushima flew back, clear across the street, landing on the Stoppable family's front yard. "Hey, get off the grass! If my mom finds out, I'll have to be the one who fixes it!"

The animal-man that was Fukushima scrambled back to his feet and let out a jungle cat's roar. "You mock me!? You take the time to spout your inane, American humor in the mist of battle?"

Ron slowly smiled and moved into a monkey style stance. "What can I say? I just gotta be me."

Fukushima came at him, running on all fours like a tiger. In reality, Ron knew nothing about the Tiger style but with mystical expertise came mystical wisdom. He knew how Fukushima would fight; fast, hard, reckless. Fukushima would be looking for a mortal strike, Ron would have to fight smart. The first strikes were claw swipes. Ron tried to conserve his energy, pivoting his targeted areas to safety instead of jumping around everywhere. Those claws were sharp, he could hear them slice through the air like knives. The attacks were getting quicker before Ron could notice, only when his shirt and some of his skin was scratched did he take notice. Fukushima leapt back and licked the blood off his claws. "Yes, delicious. I will enjoy drinking every drop I spill from your wretched hide!"

Ron gritted his teeth together and slipped his hand through the tear in his black mission shirt. It wasn't deep and the pain was negligible but it was a wake up call. Ron couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Focus Ron... He sold his soul for this fight and he's going to give you nothing but his A-game and you gotta do the same. Fukushima came back, this time throwing a wide roundhouse. Ron ducked and struck back with striking palm into his chest. "If I have to beat some sense into you, that's fine by me!"

The blow made Fukushima stumble a bit but he recovered quickly and returned the favor by biting into Ron's still extended arm. Ron let out a pained scream; along with claws, it seem Fukushima had grown a set of fangs as well. He could feel them cutting into his flesh and sinking into his muscles, he had to get him off. With his free hand, Ron delivered a punch right across Fukushima's cheek, focusing all the power he could muster behind it. It got Fukushima off of him but not without leaving a souvenir, a fang lodged into his forearm. Ron grasped his bleeding arm and groaned as he attempted to wriggle free the unwanted incisor.

When he looked back up, he saw only two things; his parents at the door, watching him with stunned expressions and Fukushima making a dash toward them. Ron dug his foot into the pavement and then went after Fukushima as fast as he could. "Mom, dad! Lock the door!" he cried out. While his attention was diverted, he didn't see Fukushima suddenly stop in his track, he didn't see him turn around, and he definitely didn't see his kick until it landed square onto his sternum. The sheer force sent Ron flying into the air until he crashed against a street light, snapping it near it's base and causing it to topple like an old, rotten tree.

His head was ringing, the impact would've snapped him in half if he was fighting as his normal self. But even then, he knew he was in trouble and he had to turn things around fast. Action first, then think. Fukushima was getting close and Ron did the first thing to pop into his head and he did it as fast as he could; grab the light post and use it as a bat. As absurd of an idea that might have been to anyone else, Ron's mastery of Mystic Monkey Kung-Fu gave him the strength to do it, sending Fukushima soaring just out of the Stoppable property line. Ron dropped the street light and rubbed the back of his head. "Damn it... I didn't have this much trouble with the Warlordians... I must not be at full power yet."

He looked back at the doorway to his house. His parents were still standing there, shocked, unable to move. He could even see the Possible twins pressing up against the window. "Hicka Bicka Boo! Ron just swatted that guy like a bug!" Tim cheered.

"Hoo-sha! I guess he's not such a spaz after all!" Jim added.

Ron shook his head and waved his hand. "Everyone get back in the house! I'm serious, you're all in real danger!"

Ron took a step toward them and then he fell to the ground. It felt like a sack of steel bricks crashed against him. Face down in the sidewalk, he knew it was Fukushima, that he must've leapt the entire distance or moved too fast for Ron to have noticed. His power was growing and so was his blood lust. A step, a hard step, right into the back of Ron's head, hard enough to make a dent in the pavement. Another stomp, Ron's head now sank downward, blood spilling out from the cuts. "Yes, that is where you belong outsider, beneath me! I'll bury you alive so you'll always be beneath me!"

He could feel those claws digging into the back of his head, prying him off the ground. Ron's vision was blurring, all he could see was fractured cement and the dirt it was built over. Down he went again, more vicious than the stomps, Ron's face was forced through nearly three inches of dense soil. Ron was hurting bad but he knew it could only get worse. Concentrate Ron... Fukushima has the upper hand and he's practically like every other villain. He's still there, right on top of you, gloating, enjoying his minor victories. Use that to your advantage. With a quick force of will, Ron wrapped his legs around Fukushima's waist and tossed him as easily as if he was using his arms. With some distance between them, Ron freed his face from the earth, spitting out chunks of dirt mixed with broken cement and blood.

Looking at Fukushima, Ron could feel power growing inside him. This power didn't come from wanting to protect his family like it initially did. It was growing with his hatred for Fukushima, his desire to end him once and for all. Fukushima leapt at him, claws out and bearing his fangs like a rabid animal. Ron simply plucked him out of the air with one hand and slammed him against the ground. "You think I ruined your life? You think I'm the bane of your existence? Well if your going to go about spewing retarded shit like that, let me really give you something to make you hate me!"

Fukushima was unable to defend himself from Ron's assault. Ron pummeled his adversary relentlessly, the red stripes growing on the sides of his face were being obscured by bruises and blood. Just as Fukushima's stomps cracked open the hard ground, Ron's gauntlet of punches was destroying the pavement underneath the tiger-man's head. Ron grabbed Fukushima by his collar and threw him skyward. With his strength, Ron could've tossed his foe clear over his house if he wanted but instead, he grabbed Fukushima's ankles while they were still at arm's reach and slammed him back down hard into the sidewalk. Without hesitation, Ron leapt into the air, clearing nearly thirty feet and came rocketing downward, both feet landing square on the back of Fukushima's battered head, driving them both nearly a foot underground.

He wasn't moving but he was breathing, Ron knew that much. Pulling him out of his partial grave, Ron lifted Fukushima overhead and started walking toward the busted street light, more specifically, the sharp, ragged base of the busted street light. "You're not going to bother me, my family, or anyone else ever again Fukushima."

Fukushima stirred in Ron's grip but did not have the strength to free himself from it. "You... don't scare me outsider... you don't... have the heart."

Standing over the vertical piece of metal, Ron readied himself for the final blow. "You don't know shit about me." Something tugged at his attention just then; crying. Somewhere, there was crying, there had been crying since he felt that hate fueled power overcome him but only now did he notice it. He knew, in his heart, he knew it was Hana. She could feel her bother succumbing to darkness and it was making her cry. Ron slowly looked down and could barely make out his own reflection in the metal surface of the street light. For an instant, he could see his face become that of Monkey Fist and a terrible realization washed over him.

Ron dropped Fukushima and slowly backed away. His spirit was crushed; he took a defeated man and almost killed him in cold blood. And Fukushima was a defeated man, laying on the ground in a pool of blood. He wanted to get and continue fighting but his body wouldn't budge an inch. "No... I was promised power... power to kill Ron Stoppable..."

In his head, the voice of his master echoed. "Patience my loyal servant, he will die. But for now, take satisfaction in knowing that in your defeat, you've won a great victory over your nemesis today. You have made him compromise his very innocence and destroyed his spirit."

Fukushima smiled to himself, a smile that was missing a tooth. He could feel something wrap around his body and slowly, he faded out of side, brought back to the side of his unholy master no doubt. Ron slowly turned back toward his house, his parents were slowly walking toward him now that the danger was gone. "Mom... dad... I..." Ron's voiced trailed off as he slowly fell unconscious. All the mystical power, fueled both by good intentions and evil desires, had left his body. Now all he could do is rest, rest, and wrestle with the demons in his soul.