"Shego this is the last time Kim Possible will beat me!" The Overly frustrated Drakken spoke after Kim and Ron had just foiled his latest plan to take over the world. Again.
Shego only laughed reading a magazine while sitting in her chair ignoring the madman as per usual.
"I'm serious Shego... I'm sure Kim Possible has a weakness... I just have to find it and when I do I will rule the world... hahahahaha" Drakken stated only to start laughing in the end.
"Another failed plan" Shego sighed... "I hope its not the disapearing ray again because that didn't end well last time..." Shego stated to Drakken, who tried to make Kim disappear from embarassment.
"No not that..." Drakken hold a crowbar in hand as he look at his reports on Team Possible... "Ahah"
"What?" That got Shego's attention.
"You know how Kim Possible always wins right?" Drakken spoke still holding his crowbar.
"What?" Shego was frustrated.
"I may have figured a way to erm... beat Kim Possible once and for all." Drakken spoke from behind his desk.
"I am listening Doc." Shego was interested in the Doc plan.
"We kidnap the Buffoon ... and..." Drakken started thinking.
"And what?!" Shego interrupted beyond annoyed at this point.
"We kill the Sidekick! Kim Possible will be so heart broken, she will have no choice but to quit the hero business and go back to babysitting." Drakken spoke as he laughed evily.
"That has to be the..." Shego thought about it for a moment "not bad."
"Really?" the blue scientest spoke... "ah... yes of course what did you expect from an evil genious"... Drakken sighed.
"When do we start?" Shego asked.
Drakken thought for a couple of seconds and an evil grin appeared on his face... "Tonight."
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Ron Stoppable called as he walk inside to his house. Receiving no reply, Ron glanced at the clock on the wall telling that it was almost ten. He was at Kim's place for a while doing homework, then spontaneously decided they'd get bueno nacho for dinner by going on his blue scooter.
His parents weren't home is seemed, stumbling into the kitchen flipping on the light switch heading for the stairs at least Rufus was here to keep him company. The little guy was probably napping in his room.
Opening the door to his room was a very messy room, old items that coated his floor Ron made his way over to the naked pink rodent asleep on his pillow.
"Rufus," He crooned, stroking his pet's back with one finger, "I'm home... Look what I brought you." The little mole-rat opened one eye then he opened the other at sight of the Bueno Nacho take-out bag in his owner's hand. Setting the bag on his bed and watched his buddy race into the bag to devour its contence with a smile.
When Ron got up to head to his closet to find his pajamas Ron thought he saw a movement at the window out of the corner of his eye. Looking over only to see the tree that was normally by his window with its leaves blowing in the wind.
"Must have been nothing," he muttered and the very next instant, an object came flying through the window landing on the carpet in front of him.
Green smoke had came out of the ball making Ron and Rufus gag at smell of the smoke. Ron tried to hold his breath but seemed like too much trouble. The smell of the smoke no longer bothered him ether, instead it seemed his eyes were closing. Then Ron and Rufus found themselves falling on a soft bed as they was knock out cold.
When smoke cleared, a green woman in a tight fitting black and green suit came through the window. The villian slung Ron's body over her sholder, but before she could leave a thought popped in her head as she looked at Rufus.
Setting the buffoon down for a second and reached over the bed, grabbing Rufus and holding him to her face not in the least bit woried.
"You, you are no longer going to be a problem... for anyone." Shego said as she grabbed his head with her other hand and with one mighty twist shego heard a satisfying snap, then Lit her hands, turning Rufus to ashes.
With a smirk she lifted Ron back over her shoulder then she leaped gracefully out the window and back into the night.
"Rise and shine, buffoon. Actually, don't rise, because you're tied down." A malicious chuckle followed afterwards Drakken spoke standing in front of the sidekick an in old warehouse.
Ron open his eyes to see he was cuffed up on a chair, deciding to look around finding Shego standing a distance away and Drakken smirking at him with a crowbar in hand as Drakken laughed. Ron arms were restricted with handcuffs, But before he could figure a plan of action the Crowbar Drakken had suddenly cut through the darkness hitting him in the arm
"Urg...Drakken... its Ron... not that hard to remember." Ron complained gritting his teeth.
"Ron... "Shego spoke as she continued to watch.
"See not that hard to rememeber" Ron spoken happily who began to try to escape.
"Enough with the nonsense..." Drakken interrupted... " I brought you here for a reason."
"And I would care because?"
"What else... Kim Possible's ultimate weakness is you... once you're are out of the picture I can finally take over the world." Drakken explained.
"Dude KP will find me." Ron growl.
"I expected you might not cooperate so I have this... " Drakken was holding a crowbar in his hand and a bomb. "This will end your life buffoon... hahahahhahaha."
"He laughs a lot doesn't he?" Ron asked, felt the beginnings of horror shiver down his spine and if he hadn't been strapped down he might have made a break for it.
"Oh yeah!" Shego responded.
Before Ron could anything more the sound of the crowbar connecting to his limbs echoed in the old warehouse, blending together with his groans of pain.
"Wow! That looked like it really hurt." Drakken voice slick with sickeningly sweet, pretended concern. Drakken raising the crowbar over his head before it came crashing down on Ron cheek, smashing his cheekbone and a few teeth.
Again, this time on his lower abdomen, and then once again against his face, sending him groaning in pain to the floor. His collarbone, smashed. His knees, smashed. His vision blurry and one of his eyes bloodshot and closed almost altogether.
"Now hold on. That looked like it hurt a lot more." Drakken taunted him.
"KP help." Ron's yells of agony filled of pain... after several seconds of being hit, pain every time the hard metal collided with him, but never ever would he cry out. Even now, lying beaten on his stomach on the cold, hard floor of the warehouse with a laughing Doctor, holding a crowbar behind him.
Ron turned slowly, every bone, every muscle in his body screamed.
After a while Drakken and Shego stopped a little and approached the unconcious body of Ron.
"A little louder Buffoon, I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the auditory." He taunted, gently stroking Ron's Blonde, messy hair.
Ron open his eyes and rose his head and spit a mouthful of blood across Drakken blue skin. Drakken cringed and the gentle fingers in Ron hair gripped tightly and slammed his face into the ground, breaking his nose and splitting his lip.
"Here you go Dr. D." Shego saw a tissue and handed him a handkerchief from the table.
"Thank you Shego! Now that was rude. At least Shego has some manners." Drakken whipped the blood from his face as he throw the tissue in the trash can as he spoke to Ron.
Blow after blow the crowbar crashed against him. Every time it hurt Ron he managed to keep himself from screaming in pain. His entire body was covered in blood, bruises and cuts. He could barley move, and every little twitch of pain made the existing pain even worse.
"Dude... chill." Ron responded as his body began to hurt.
Drakken halted in his assault. His face twisted in a disappointing frown. He dropped the crowbar to the floor with a loud clang and crouched down next to Ron face, stroking his blonde hair from his swollen, bloodshot eye.
"Why do you insist on spoiling my fun Buffoon?" Drakken asked with an pretend pout making Shego smirk.
Shego leaned back in the overstuffed green armchair. She let a small sigh of satisfaction past her lips as she enjoying the beating the Buffoon was getting.
"Tsk tsk, zoning out? Where are your manners?!" Drakken knelt down again and got in his face. "I'll have to teach you a thing or two. When I'm done with you, you'll make Kim Possible so proud that she will quit Team Possible when you're gone!"
"Screw... You Drakken..." He said with a gasp, giving him the strongest glare he could manage. The next few minutes were a blur of broken bones and bruises, Ron even slipped in and out of unconsciousness several times.
'Kim! where are you?' He thought to himself as another shriek flew past his lips. 'Please help, sidekick in trouble...'
"Okay buffoon, Me and Shego gotta go. But it's been fun, right? Well, maybe a smidge more fun for me than you. I'm just guessing, since you're being awfully quiet." Ron couldn't answer, hell he couldn't even move if he wanted to.
Drakken and Shego were just going leaving him?
Drakken didn't seem bothered by his lack of response. "Anyway, be a good boy. Finish your dinner and be in bed by 8. And, hey..." There was a pause. "Please tell Possible I said, 'hello.'" Drakken and Shego left with another bout of laughter as they set the bomb on a create armed, door slamming shut behind them when they finnished.
Teen hero, Kim Possible in her mission gear, stood inside her best friend's house, Wade just called kim saying he wasn't there due to his chip. He must have been kidnapped.
Making her way to his room, to search for clue's, she found ashes all over Ron's bed, a familiar four-tone ring from her pocket distracted her from the moment at hand. 'Of course, the kimmunicator!' Kim pulled the plastic device from her pocket and clicked the button.
"Go, Wade," she said impatiently. The ten year old super genius looked up from his other computer screen.
"I just found Ron in an old warehouse not far from Middleton. It's just out of the Tri-City area Kim. I have a ride out front all ready."
"Wade you rock!"Kim said, glancing at the ashes seatstill not sure of what happend here as she went outside to see a little plane landed in the dark grass.
"Call me as soon as you find anything." Kim nodded locking the Stoppable's door before getting on the little plan ready to fly off.
"Ron hang on I'm coming."
Ron slowly sucked in a deep breath. He wasn't going to lay in there and wallow in self pity until Kim showed up, that was for sure. He slowly rolled onto his side, ignoring the way his muscles screamed in protest. Okay, he could do this. Biting his lip, he pulled his bound hands under his feet and then moved them up so that they were then in front of him. Sure, he could move with his wrists cuffed behind his back, but this would make escaping so much easier.
He twisted his body until he was on all fours, and then pushed himself up to his feet. His legs shook uncontrollably, but he ignored them, eyeing the door across the room. He attempted to take a step forward but he collapsed the moment his foot touched the ground. Okay, so he would have to suck up his pride and crawl to the door. Well, he would do whatever it took to get out of there.
Back on his hands and knees, Ron dragged himself towards the door. Once he got there, he stretched his arm up to grab the handle, but it wouldn't open. It seemed to have been locked from the outside. Drakken confiscated all of his tools hours ago, which meant that there was no possibility of picking the lock. There had to have been another way out. A window, maybe? He would have to take a break it if anything else happen. There was no way in hell that he was going to die here. Ron sat on the floor, back pressed against the door. Just a few minutes, and he would escape...
Beep.
Brown eyes flew open. No, that couldn't be... The blonde searched for the source of the noise, and then saw it. Across the room was a small wooden create were explosives stacked on top of it. The timer told him that he only had seconds left before the bombs would go boom..
Ron stared at the timer for seconds before his brain was able to process what was happening.
nine seconds.
Kim... Kim was going to be too late. Wherever she was, she didn't have enough time to save him. Ron was a goner. He was practically dead already.
Four seconds.
He closed his eyes. All he could do was wait. His heart was beating faster in his chest as the fear of what was to come settled in. He was actually going to die. Oh God, he was going to die and he never told Kim how he fell about her...
Three seconds.
His friends would cry. Felix and Zita, Monique, Kim maybe Bonnie would probably cry too. Hell, even Barkin would cry! Even if he all ways out to get him. He didn't even get to say goodbye to any of them or his parent and the Possibles, Rufus too. Maybe that's what hurt the hated most of all. He couldn't even say goodbye to anyone.
Because he was by himself... completely alone and scared.
Two seconds.
There was a humming noise in the background, and his eyes snapped open.
One second.
Was that... Was that KP-
Zero.
A plane slammed to a halt and the sky and Kim jumped out of it without much thought. The teen hero hit ground as she was running towards the warehouse that held her best friend since-pre k. 'Please, please, Please let Ron be okay.'
BOOM.
Fire and debris shot out in all directions, and she was forced to shield her face with her hand, lucky she had no burns because the force of the blast had pushed her far back.
The building that Ron was in just exploded.
The color if his red jersey caught her eye, and she was met with the broken sight of a blonde haired boy laying on the ground a few feet away. Kim stopped in her tracks, eyes widening in horror as she cried. "Ron... No..." She whispered, before stumbling over to his fallen form. Ron clothes was cover in blood, and his shirt was ripped off. Kim hands shook as she knelt down and scooped him up in her arms, and her eyes was in tears as Ron body hung limp in her grasp. "No..." The teen hero repeated, clutching Ron's head close to her chest. "No..." She cried.
Kim was too late. Her best friend was taken away from her.
"Ron... I'm so sorry..."