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Every night I burn, Every night I call your name
Kim was screaming.
It was a sound that he wouldn't forget.
The agonizing cries of pain that reverberated through the warehouse as the love of his life had her body incinerated by a single blast of a cannon from a reject kid's meal toy.
In that moment, Ronald Stoppable - Professional Sidekick and Student of Monkey Kung Fu - knew he would have to do something incredibly heroic and insanely dumb. Luckily, that was his specialty.
Ron began to dash across the warehouse as the cybertronic behemoth raised its glowing weapon and launched another blast that split the ground in a molten flame of wood and metal. If that thing got another shot or two off, there was no way that Kim would make it out of this place alive. She was hurt, she couldn't move - he had to get her out. Ron's eyes darted around the warehouse trying to take in everything he could. The robot was recharging for another shot. Kim was against the wall behind him. The other villains were scurrying out a hole in the wall, probably preemptively predicted the perils of Drakken's problematic project.
Hey! That was like poetry!
Focus Ron!
The only other person was… Will Du. Oh how Ron was going to regret owing that primp and pompous Global Justice tool for this but it was for Kim's safety. And Ron would do anything for Kim. As determination filled him, Ron felt the immense swell of mystical monkey power through his body. He had often compared the feeling to being on fire and being a cloud at the same time. Tranquility and raw power swirling in the vortex that was Ron. To be honest, it usually just resulted in him feeling hungry.
"WILL! GET KIM OUT OF HERE!," Ron bellowed at the top of his lungs as he continued his sprint across the building toward the Diablo. Will seem to respond, but Ron couldn't make it out exactly. But judging by the agent's posture and general tone, Ron assumed it was probably some bombastic excuse, "WILL! DO IT! OR SO HELP I AM COMING FOR YOU NEXT."
With Kim being taken to safety, Ron could focus wholly on the problem ahead of him. If he didn't stop that thing, the entire block would be a crater if not more. Somehow he didn't think Du could run THAT fast with an injured woman in his arms. So that just left taking care of this wind up toy once and for all, "Heh. All I wanted to do was watch a movie with my girlfriend and eat junk food."
The Diablo raised its heavily modified arm as the cannon expanded outward, unfolding into a dish shape as the charge up crackled and expanded. Ron grinned and thought, 'You want power? I got your power right here!' Ron focused a tremendous flare of mystical power and drove his fist into the cannon of the Diablo. Ron focused his mind to control the energy, sending it throughout the cybertronic and Lowardian technologies fused into the plastic toy.
The whole mechanism shook and grew unstable before letting out a shaky, "DiIiIiiiIng."
Ron growled, "That's right, asshole. DING!" In a few moments his mystical power would completely dismantle the inner workings of this thing and he could just go home and-
That's when it happened. The bumbling fool of a mad scientist finally grew a spine and decided to drive a knife right into Ron's spine. It would figure that anatomy was apparently the one class Drew Lipsky actually paid attention in. Ron sputtered as he lost focus, the monkey magic growing out of control without the master's guiding hand.
"That's RIGHT Buffoon! There's no escaping this time. I couldn't finish off Possible, but I will HAPPILY take you as a consolation prize!" Drakken screamed, sounding more manic - almost demented - than Ron had ever heard the doctor, "ULTIMATE DIABLO! I COMMAND YOU! AS YOUR CREATOR! ACTIVATE SELF DESTRUCT!"
"Oh you bastard," Ron hissed through clenched teeth,, "I'm gonna die because of a two-bit joke of a villain, because Kim didn't want to just go home and leave this to Global Justice because they were busy in fucking Russia."
The Ultimate Diablo's shaking form began to escalate, Ron dragged along the plastic exterior with his hand planted inside the casing of the massive weapon, and Doctor Drakken clinging to Ron's back with a knife embedded in the young hero. Flashing red lights flickering with blue mystic monkey power began to shoot out from every crack and opening.
Ron closed his eyes and tried to just bear with the pain before the end came, "No escape this time, eh?"
And yet, when the explosion came… there was no burning, and no end.
There was freezing and falling.
Ron opened his eyes and saw that they were falling through the skies above a massive city. His confusion grew as he looked back and saw Drakken and the Ultimate Diablo crackling with blue energy. The cybertronic nanomachines fused with the monkey energy and Lorwardian tech began to reach out and merge with Drakken's flesh and even Ron's own skin and bones as they fell down through the sky.
All Ronald Stoppable could do as he watched as his body was torn apart was scream.
Every night I burn, Every night the dream's the same
Interlude ~ Opposite
GLOBAL JUSTICE EVIDENCE EXHIBIT M3184 - The Logs of a Tech Scientist Found Near Weapon Storage Site
ENTRY #07192005
The transformation was horrendous. Skin and muscle torn apart to assimilate new components. My own body fused with both electronics brought from the warehouse and the debris scattered around the building we landed in. It has taken days for our bodies to reform, but as the Buffoon and I were surely destined to be charred stains on the concrete were it not for whatever the sidekick did to the Ultimate Diablo when we were teleported halfway across the planet.
From just the most basic observation, it would seem that his monkey kung fu or whatever Fiske called it had altered the functionality of the cybertronic technology in the Diablo. The result was releasing an explosion of magically infused nanites that seem to spread throughout the populace causing the same assimilation process to begin. It seems that Hapheastus was far more complicated than initially anticipated. Some of the defensive capabilities seem to almost seem more in line with James' previous attempts with reflexive cybertronic technology - Project Centurion.
The sidekick still has not awakened from his reconstruction. He appears to breathe but the methodology seems to have shifted. The modified cybertronic nanites appear to have enhanced the boy with new mechanical lungs that vent through ports on the neck. Thus solving mankinds' longstanding quandary of eating and breathing from the same hole. What other innovations could this unlock in the human body?
ENTRY #08252005
Subject SIDEKICK continues to be difficult. His aggression levels would put Subject SHEGO on a bad day to shame. For the time being he has been quarantined to a small assembled cage in the basement of the factory we found ourselves in. I do not understand where the anger is coming from. His situation? True. But for a month he has destroyed, broken, demolished any object he could find. There is no rhyme or reason to the anger it seems - as the remains of the Diablo and myself aren't targets of his outbursts.
Almost to contrast Subject SIDEKICK, I find myself locked in a sensation of cold logic. My manic glee has left me. Perhaps it is for the best as it allows me to focus on my current objective of harnessing Subject SIDEKICK's anger. His memory is hazy in his emotional anguish. But he is susceptible to suggestion. Thus far I have managed to convince him that Subject KIM POSSIBLE is responsible for our current condition. This proved an easy transition as apparently the two subjects were meant to be on a date the night of the incident. A point of dissatisfaction that was easy to manipulate into blame.
Should the process continue successfully, I hope to gain Subject SIDEKICK's trust and we both will have our revenge.
ENTRY #09012005
Subject SIDEKICK mental conditioning progresses well. Subject SIDEKICK views me as a 'parental force'. Utilizing regular maintenance to stabilize Subject SIDEKICK's rapidly changing physical form as a form of bonding has proven to be a successful methodology.
However, during routine treatments, I have discovered a number of anomalies. The unexpected presence of neurological modification technology was found on Subject SIDEKICK which may explain the perpetual anger and I have found similar technology bonded with myself though it appears a fusion with another piece of technology had modified its configuration somewhat. The source of the neurological modification technology still eludes me though.
My initial findings seemed to indicate that Subject SIDEKICK's supernatural augmentations modified the existing cybertronic nanomachines during the explosion, it now appears that Subject SIDEKICK's body continues to actively spread and contaminate the area around him. Basic reconnaissance beyond the factory seems to confirm the theory - the explosion may have been the catalyst but these nanites are spreading like a virus across the local population.
Fortunately it would appear that the viral phenomenon's spread is less potent than the direct contact with Subject SIDEKICK who appears to be an unending source that spreads not by direct interaction but mere proximity thanks to the supernatural simian abilities. It would explain why we continue to change and absorb additional technology, while those only affected by the initial explosion have settled into a static form.
To combat this problem, I have begun to design a containment vessel for Subject SIDEKICK. Fashioned into an enhanced technological armor that I hope to bond to Subject SIDEKICK's epidermis. It will hold the spread, and provide a valuable kill switch to lock down the Subject should he prove difficult to control.
ENTRY #03142006
Subject SIDEKICK has proven to be an effective Hunter-Killer. Nightly excursion to vent his anger and acquire new parts for the Ultimate Diablo 2.0. Most of his training and expertise have remained intact and their efficacy has only increased with the cybertronic enhancements.
My own cybertronic enhancements are harder to control. Cerebral enhancements have made work 316.54% faster, with an increase in technological development success of 98.41%. However, it has become harder to think of myself as the man I once was. Slowly the machine replaces the man - the ego replaced by the computer.
To introduce further complexity to our problems, that bastard Subject JACK HENCH has created a counter-virus he calls the PATCH. Of course he would charge an arm and a leg for it but my arms are mostly metal now and my legs are this electric wheelchair. From what we have observed in our scans, Subject JACK HENCH is sending teams of goons into the No Mans Land to extract cybertronically modified people then use them as hostages to families. Pay the PATCH price or we dump them back in. Meanwhile in the West, he sells the PATCH like it's a fashion accessory. Our salvation dangled in front of us.
I have instructed Subject SIDEKICK to abduct any Target HENCHCO and return them to extract this PATCH.
ENTRY #10212006
Status of PATCH acquisition has been unsuccessful. Our efforts have drawn attention from external TARGETS. Potential threat GLOBAL JUSTICE has begun to push through the No Mans Land. Stated intent is to cleanse No Mans Land from "TECHS" to facilitate re-habitation of area. Self DOCTOR is doubtful of this. Threat GLOBAL JUSTICE only began to insert into area after Subject SIDEKICK began hunting Target HENCHCO.
Subject SIDEKICK has now engaged Threat GLOBAL JUSTICE on six occasions. The local population seems to be spreading rumors. They view him as a Guardian of the people of the No Mans Land. They call him KOSCH after an old fable. This provides opportunity. If we can reach out and make a friend of our enemy's enemy, we may be able to gain the aid of Subject W.E.E. Threat GLOBAL JUSTICE seems unaware of where Subject SIDEKICK operates from and does not seem to know of my existence. I plan to make a network connection and send out a feeler to Subject W.E.E.
They may be interested in the Ultimate Diablo 2.0 and Subject SIDEKICK.
ENTRY #07052008
Unit DOKTOR has completed Project ULTIMATE_DIABLO.
Project ULTIMATE_DIABLO includes: Weapon schematics, Cybertronic Research, Simian Supernatural Enhanced Nanite Research, Subject KOSCH schematics, Unit DOKTOR schematics, all assorted notes.
Unit DOKTOR has made contact with Subject GEMINI for extraction.
Project ULTIMATE_DIABLO == Payment for Goal PATCH.
Subject KOSCH has been turned over for enforcement.
Unit DOKTOR has exchanged Project KILL_SWITCH to Subject GEMINI to help control Subject KOSCH.
Unit DOKTOR is nearing Goal VICTORY.
Unit DOKTOR will become Goal HUMAN_AGAIN.
Every night I burn, Waiting for my only friend
TIME: Present Day.
LOCATION: Berlin, Germany
The air was thick with the stench of burning corpses. The skyline burned a bright orange from the flames that danced across the rooftops. The flag of the Worldwide Evil Empire was posted across buildings and street corners. Germany had been claimed.
A lone Global Justice soldier ran down the street. His arm was bleeding through his blue uniform. At the end of the road - his goal - was a black helicopter brandished with the Global Justice logo. An escape! He just needed to make it a few more yards when-
That's when he noticed the pilot. The pilot was slumped over in the cockpit of the helicopter, their blood splattered across the glass. The soldier slowed his pace. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks.
A shot echoed across the nearly empty city like a crack of thunder. The soldier looked down to find his entire chest was now a gaping whole. Blood, bone, and secretions dripped outward from his wound. He dropped to ground, his mouth slack and twitching as the last ounces of life left him.
Behind the fallen soldier, his assailant emerged from the blazing heat of the burning city. The massive mechanical figure stomping through the road, a massive handgun in its hand. It marched forward and stepped down on the soldier. The bones cracked and shattered, blood gushed forth, and the soldier tried to scream with what little air he had left in his throat.
The mechanical figure didn't even acknowledge the wriggling mass of blood and flesh below it. It simply marched forth and climbed into the helicopter. There a W.E.E. soldier pulled the corpse out of the pilot's seat and climbed in to start the helicopter.
The metallic fiend reached out with a blade tipped gauntlet to a digital screen in the vehicle. Within seconds, the screen lit up with the image of Gemini - commander of the Worldwide Evil Empire, "Kosch. Status?"
The voice of the monster crackled out from beneath its mask, "ShE WaS NOT HERE."
Gemini frowned, "Well, if we kill every Global Justice soldier it's only a matter of time, isn't it? Has the objective been secured?"
"CiTy CLaiMEd. TarGeT SeCURed," Kosch grumbled as it gestured to a large case secured to the back of its reinforced armor.
That brought a smile to Gemini's lips, "Excellent. Return to headquarters. Our benefactor will be waiting for that final component to complete our master plan."
The screen turned off and Kosch let out a steam filled sigh from beneath the helmet. The fiend clenched his fist and punched the roof of the helicopter twice. The W.E.E. pilot gave a thumbs up as the copter began to ascend into the sky.
Kosch slowly unclenched its fist. He muttered as he stared into the gauntlet's palm, "Soon."
Every night I burn, Waiting for the world to end
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