Fan Fiction ❯ These Dark Days ❯ When it all came crashing down... ( Chapter 1 )
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By: volrath3099 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 125 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 125 | Status: Completed
"Hiiii~YAAAAH!" Wham!
Sweat flew from Rons face, the vicious backhand breaking through his woefully inadaquate defenses. He allowed himself the briefest of moments to recover, rolling with the blow and coming up with a near flawless round house. Kim snorted, ducking low and well onto preparing a counter-attack when she realized her mistake, briefly catching sight of the bottom of Ron's shoe before it plowed into her nose, snapping her head back at a painful angle.
Blood sprayed the air.
Reacting insitctivly Kim rolled backwards, barely avoiding the follow up snap kick Ron had thrown. Feeling her feet back under her she launched herself foward, hands reaching out to grip rons shoulders. Immediantly she kicked her legs up, flipping over his form to land fluidly on the ground, spinning as she did to sweep Rons legs from under him.
"Wha..!?" Ron flailed wildly for a moment as he tried to right his perpective again, only to be driven mercilessly into the ground from the furious axe kick that followed the leg sweep. Dazed he looked up for a moment, eyes widening when he saw her turning form, her other leg already arcing down with another axe kick, murder on her face. Swiftly Ron shot a hand out, knocking the foot aside, rolling to the left as he did. Withen moments he stood, mirth dancing across his features as he slid back into his Tai Shin Pak Wae stance, waiting.
Kim also took a moment to compose herself, reaching a shaky hand up to wipe the blood from her nose. She stared at it for a moment, then flicked her eyes up to Ron and summarily wiped the blood onto her already stained mission pants, the fabric absorbing the smear easily. How had it come to this? It seemed only this morning that her and Ron were the best of friends, and here she was trying her best to put him out of commision.....again. It had all started about a month ago, when she and Ron had went undercover to the Villians convention. Oh it had all been easy at first. Stop Drakken, beat Shego....easy right? And it WAS no big! She was Kim Possible, she can do anything!
'Apparently I cant do anything...I mean, I didn't know something was REALLY wrong with Ron until he tried to kill everyone at his cousins wedding..' Kim mentally told herself to shut up, banishing the thought before doubt and guilt could take hold. How was she supposed to know Ron had been turned evil by that Helmet!? She hadn't a clue, and in all truths STILL wouldn't, if Wade hadn't figured out what happened. The Helmet....and then the mission to go stop him....her first failure.
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"Ron you've got to snap out of it!"
Her pleas however, fell on deaf ears, and she had to throw herself into a series of front hand springs to dodge the latest batch of laser fire, the brilliant emerald beams scorching the floor where she had been. Another quick tumble to the left, heat blistering her skin at the near miss. Ron's insane laughter filled the cavernous room, grating Kims already frayed nerves.
'Theres GOT to be some way to reach him...but first I need to deal with these lasers...' Mentally, kim snapped her fingers. The compact!
Immediantly she reached into one of the many pouches adorning her waist, producing said compact. Normally, this wouldn't help even in the slightest, the lasers simply being to strong to be reflected by mere glass......again, under NORMAL conditions. Wade designed and built this compact himself, the "glass" in this particular model wasn't glass at all, it was synthetic diamond. The case was a hardened titanium alloy, an outer shell of waspalloy keeping the compact cool even under the most intense deflection. All and all a marvelous tool, and it was going to earn its keep today.
With not a moment to spare Kim whipped the compact open, taking off in a dead run towards the rooms main feature, coincidently where Ron was standing right now. The looming Structure briefly taking up her whole vision before laser fire immediantly sprang to life, lancing towards Kims running form.
'Gotta time it just right....!' The tip of her tounge licked dry lips as she mentally prepared herself, time seemed to slow down...and she leapt fowards!
Her leap quickly turned into a somersault, the compact moving with unerring quickness to deflect the first bolt, sending the emerald beam back to source.
'No time to see if I hit it, gotta move!'
Twist to avoid being burned in half, flashing the compact just in time to deflect the second bolt back home.
Land in a crouch, bringing the compact up to deflect yet another bolt away, explosions now filling the air as laser turrets overloaded and exploded. Backflip from the crouch, deflecting the bolt aimed so carefully at her back away from her being.
Ozone filled the air as Kim finally came to a halt, a triumphant smirk on her face. The smoking ruins of the three laser turrets mute testimony to her skill. Pocketing the compact Kim calmy began to walk towards ron, who had been watching the whole display rather impassivly....almost like he expected it, and would have been violently disappointed had she failed.
Ron stood, very nearly chuckling as he brought his hands up, appluading her efforts as he stepped down from the raised platform. Carelessly he tore his cape off, tossing it aside as he did. She really WAS good wasn't she? To bad he had to kill her now. Not only did she want to turn him back towards the side of good....go back to being the goofy sidekick. The Buffon. Rage threatened to swallow him whole at the thought of once again being that doufus, but he quickly beat it down. Now was not the time. She had disabled his machine, thwarted his plans. It was time to E&E......after he had alittle fun that is.
"That was quite the show you put on Kimberly Ann, almost impressive!"
Kim fumed, crossing her arms over her chest. ALMOST impressive?
"Yeah right Ron, like you could have done that!"
Ron sneered in her direction. She still thought he was incapable. How embarrassing. The Mystical Monkey power now coursed strong through his veins. He had stopped trying to fight it off, and now embraced it as one would a long lost brother....AND THE POWER! He felt invincible, his clumsyness a thing of the past. His mind seemed to expand, drawing in equations and complex problems, breaking them down in momets to find the solution. The memories and experiances of literally hundreds of warriors were now at his disposal, all of them having been exposed to the power at some point in time. And she wanted to take this away from him!? He would rather die!
"Believe what you want Kimberly because in a..." He paused for a moment, watching her lips spread into the slightest of grins. Why...? He quickly filled in the blanks, swiftly dropping down to avoid drakkens clumsy attempt to force the helmet onto his head. A look of savage rage filtered across his face as he dropped low, planting his hands onto the floor and forcing himself into a very quick hand stand/ thrusting kick. His feet came inched closer to the helmet, a victorious grin fighting to appear on his lips.
The grin Kim had been fighting immediantly turned into an expression of horror. She had been covertly keeping an eye on Drakkens progress throughout her ordeal, and against all odds he had remained undetected. Slipping behind boxes and pillars, ducking the odd stray laser blast until finally he had manuevered himself behind Ron, Helmet held high and already coming down fast to change ron back to the way he was. Only when it was actually coming down did she allow the small grin to come onto her face, sure in the fact that the deed was already accomplished. She hadn't counted on Rons sudden burst of near inhuman reflexes though! Her own reflexes kicking into high gear, hand flying towards her grapple gun. If she was quick enough she could catch his legs, give Drakken another chance....her hand closed around the familiar handle, drawing the grapple from its holster....another split second to bring it to bear, her finger already depressing the trigger to send the projectile flying towards Rons legs......
'Please no!'
Kim watched the proceedings with wide desperate eyes, the grapple seeming to move in slow motion the entire time.
Everything speed up all at once, Rons legs kicking up to dislodge the Helmet from Drakkens hands. He only had a moment before the grapple would get him, and in a near impossible maneouver he pushed off the ground with his hands, just barely dodging the incoming projectile, an insane laugh erupting from his airborne form as Drakken was snagged instead of him, mingling in with Kims disbelieving shout.
"Oooohh....so close!"
Rons hands closed around the airborne helmet, his leap carrying him backwards to land in a crouch, the helemt tucked under his right arm. While on the outside he was grinning like a madman, he was cursing profusly on the inside. That had been FAR to close. A split second could have cost him everything. Time to leave. He flashed her a sadistic smile, mock saluting her as he did before turning and running back to the raised platform in the rooms center, entering in a complex looking code into a concole located there. A hissing sound immediantly followed the last push of the button, and Kim broke into a full out panic run towards him when she realized it was an escape pod. If he got away now there was almost no hope to change him back!
She was so Close....10 meters...
8....!
3...!
1..!!
*CLANG*
PWOOSH!
Immediantly the entire base was bathed in red light, alarm klaxons screaming to life along the walls. It could only mean one thing.
Self Destruct.
"RON....NO!" Kim stood in shock, not really believing what had just happened. They....SHE...had failed. Ron had escaped with the helmet....and took with him all her hopes of ending this quickly. Tear welled up in her eyers and she would have broke down right there had she the time. She had enough experiance to know that all villians had a self destruct button somewhere...and it seemed that Ron was no exception. Obviously he had wired the base to begin self destruction as soon as the escape pod was launched. Drakken struggled to get free of the cord encircling his body, panic welling up on his face when a unisex voice filtered through the few remaining PA devices.
"Self destruct sequence activated, T-Minus 30 seconds and counting."
In a blind panic kim rushed to Drakken, swiftly untangling him from the cord before grabbing him and bodily throwing him towards the exit, screaming at him to run for it. Rufus was right on his heels.
Kim quickly scanned the area for any sign of Shego, relieved when she caught a glimpse of her escaping through a small side tunnel, running for all she was worth.
Now all she had to worry about was herself.
Turning she ran for her life, legs pumping at near blinding speed as she pushed her body for every ounce of speed, reaching and surpassing her own physical limitations.
Its amazing the things the brain can force the body to do under stress.
"3......2......1......have a nice day!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
There! Exit, exit exit! So close! She heard the final seconds tick down, and just as she had thrown the door open an invisible wave of force threw her bodily through the frame, sending her form flying some 20 feet before she roughly crashed into the ground her smoking form rolling another 10 feet before she came to a stop.
Seconds...minutes...hours...who knew how long she lay there, though she guessed it was only a moment. Shakily she sat up, the fortresses final moments playing themselves out for the whole world to hear before the tortured building finally collapsed in on itself with a horrific crash.
She had failed.
NOW she could break down, and cry unashamadly for her lost friend.
Tears streamed down her face, the thought now running around in her head hurting her more than anything Shego had ever dished out.
Someday....probably someday soon....she was going to have to fight Ron.
Sweat flew from Rons face, the vicious backhand breaking through his woefully inadaquate defenses. He allowed himself the briefest of moments to recover, rolling with the blow and coming up with a near flawless round house. Kim snorted, ducking low and well onto preparing a counter-attack when she realized her mistake, briefly catching sight of the bottom of Ron's shoe before it plowed into her nose, snapping her head back at a painful angle.
Blood sprayed the air.
Reacting insitctivly Kim rolled backwards, barely avoiding the follow up snap kick Ron had thrown. Feeling her feet back under her she launched herself foward, hands reaching out to grip rons shoulders. Immediantly she kicked her legs up, flipping over his form to land fluidly on the ground, spinning as she did to sweep Rons legs from under him.
"Wha..!?" Ron flailed wildly for a moment as he tried to right his perpective again, only to be driven mercilessly into the ground from the furious axe kick that followed the leg sweep. Dazed he looked up for a moment, eyes widening when he saw her turning form, her other leg already arcing down with another axe kick, murder on her face. Swiftly Ron shot a hand out, knocking the foot aside, rolling to the left as he did. Withen moments he stood, mirth dancing across his features as he slid back into his Tai Shin Pak Wae stance, waiting.
Kim also took a moment to compose herself, reaching a shaky hand up to wipe the blood from her nose. She stared at it for a moment, then flicked her eyes up to Ron and summarily wiped the blood onto her already stained mission pants, the fabric absorbing the smear easily. How had it come to this? It seemed only this morning that her and Ron were the best of friends, and here she was trying her best to put him out of commision.....again. It had all started about a month ago, when she and Ron had went undercover to the Villians convention. Oh it had all been easy at first. Stop Drakken, beat Shego....easy right? And it WAS no big! She was Kim Possible, she can do anything!
'Apparently I cant do anything...I mean, I didn't know something was REALLY wrong with Ron until he tried to kill everyone at his cousins wedding..' Kim mentally told herself to shut up, banishing the thought before doubt and guilt could take hold. How was she supposed to know Ron had been turned evil by that Helmet!? She hadn't a clue, and in all truths STILL wouldn't, if Wade hadn't figured out what happened. The Helmet....and then the mission to go stop him....her first failure.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ron you've got to snap out of it!"
Her pleas however, fell on deaf ears, and she had to throw herself into a series of front hand springs to dodge the latest batch of laser fire, the brilliant emerald beams scorching the floor where she had been. Another quick tumble to the left, heat blistering her skin at the near miss. Ron's insane laughter filled the cavernous room, grating Kims already frayed nerves.
'Theres GOT to be some way to reach him...but first I need to deal with these lasers...' Mentally, kim snapped her fingers. The compact!
Immediantly she reached into one of the many pouches adorning her waist, producing said compact. Normally, this wouldn't help even in the slightest, the lasers simply being to strong to be reflected by mere glass......again, under NORMAL conditions. Wade designed and built this compact himself, the "glass" in this particular model wasn't glass at all, it was synthetic diamond. The case was a hardened titanium alloy, an outer shell of waspalloy keeping the compact cool even under the most intense deflection. All and all a marvelous tool, and it was going to earn its keep today.
With not a moment to spare Kim whipped the compact open, taking off in a dead run towards the rooms main feature, coincidently where Ron was standing right now. The looming Structure briefly taking up her whole vision before laser fire immediantly sprang to life, lancing towards Kims running form.
'Gotta time it just right....!' The tip of her tounge licked dry lips as she mentally prepared herself, time seemed to slow down...and she leapt fowards!
Her leap quickly turned into a somersault, the compact moving with unerring quickness to deflect the first bolt, sending the emerald beam back to source.
'No time to see if I hit it, gotta move!'
Twist to avoid being burned in half, flashing the compact just in time to deflect the second bolt back home.
Land in a crouch, bringing the compact up to deflect yet another bolt away, explosions now filling the air as laser turrets overloaded and exploded. Backflip from the crouch, deflecting the bolt aimed so carefully at her back away from her being.
Ozone filled the air as Kim finally came to a halt, a triumphant smirk on her face. The smoking ruins of the three laser turrets mute testimony to her skill. Pocketing the compact Kim calmy began to walk towards ron, who had been watching the whole display rather impassivly....almost like he expected it, and would have been violently disappointed had she failed.
Ron stood, very nearly chuckling as he brought his hands up, appluading her efforts as he stepped down from the raised platform. Carelessly he tore his cape off, tossing it aside as he did. She really WAS good wasn't she? To bad he had to kill her now. Not only did she want to turn him back towards the side of good....go back to being the goofy sidekick. The Buffon. Rage threatened to swallow him whole at the thought of once again being that doufus, but he quickly beat it down. Now was not the time. She had disabled his machine, thwarted his plans. It was time to E&E......after he had alittle fun that is.
"That was quite the show you put on Kimberly Ann, almost impressive!"
Kim fumed, crossing her arms over her chest. ALMOST impressive?
"Yeah right Ron, like you could have done that!"
Ron sneered in her direction. She still thought he was incapable. How embarrassing. The Mystical Monkey power now coursed strong through his veins. He had stopped trying to fight it off, and now embraced it as one would a long lost brother....AND THE POWER! He felt invincible, his clumsyness a thing of the past. His mind seemed to expand, drawing in equations and complex problems, breaking them down in momets to find the solution. The memories and experiances of literally hundreds of warriors were now at his disposal, all of them having been exposed to the power at some point in time. And she wanted to take this away from him!? He would rather die!
"Believe what you want Kimberly because in a..." He paused for a moment, watching her lips spread into the slightest of grins. Why...? He quickly filled in the blanks, swiftly dropping down to avoid drakkens clumsy attempt to force the helmet onto his head. A look of savage rage filtered across his face as he dropped low, planting his hands onto the floor and forcing himself into a very quick hand stand/ thrusting kick. His feet came inched closer to the helmet, a victorious grin fighting to appear on his lips.
The grin Kim had been fighting immediantly turned into an expression of horror. She had been covertly keeping an eye on Drakkens progress throughout her ordeal, and against all odds he had remained undetected. Slipping behind boxes and pillars, ducking the odd stray laser blast until finally he had manuevered himself behind Ron, Helmet held high and already coming down fast to change ron back to the way he was. Only when it was actually coming down did she allow the small grin to come onto her face, sure in the fact that the deed was already accomplished. She hadn't counted on Rons sudden burst of near inhuman reflexes though! Her own reflexes kicking into high gear, hand flying towards her grapple gun. If she was quick enough she could catch his legs, give Drakken another chance....her hand closed around the familiar handle, drawing the grapple from its holster....another split second to bring it to bear, her finger already depressing the trigger to send the projectile flying towards Rons legs......
'Please no!'
Kim watched the proceedings with wide desperate eyes, the grapple seeming to move in slow motion the entire time.
Everything speed up all at once, Rons legs kicking up to dislodge the Helmet from Drakkens hands. He only had a moment before the grapple would get him, and in a near impossible maneouver he pushed off the ground with his hands, just barely dodging the incoming projectile, an insane laugh erupting from his airborne form as Drakken was snagged instead of him, mingling in with Kims disbelieving shout.
"Oooohh....so close!"
Rons hands closed around the airborne helmet, his leap carrying him backwards to land in a crouch, the helemt tucked under his right arm. While on the outside he was grinning like a madman, he was cursing profusly on the inside. That had been FAR to close. A split second could have cost him everything. Time to leave. He flashed her a sadistic smile, mock saluting her as he did before turning and running back to the raised platform in the rooms center, entering in a complex looking code into a concole located there. A hissing sound immediantly followed the last push of the button, and Kim broke into a full out panic run towards him when she realized it was an escape pod. If he got away now there was almost no hope to change him back!
She was so Close....10 meters...
8....!
3...!
1..!!
*CLANG*
PWOOSH!
Immediantly the entire base was bathed in red light, alarm klaxons screaming to life along the walls. It could only mean one thing.
Self Destruct.
"RON....NO!" Kim stood in shock, not really believing what had just happened. They....SHE...had failed. Ron had escaped with the helmet....and took with him all her hopes of ending this quickly. Tear welled up in her eyers and she would have broke down right there had she the time. She had enough experiance to know that all villians had a self destruct button somewhere...and it seemed that Ron was no exception. Obviously he had wired the base to begin self destruction as soon as the escape pod was launched. Drakken struggled to get free of the cord encircling his body, panic welling up on his face when a unisex voice filtered through the few remaining PA devices.
"Self destruct sequence activated, T-Minus 30 seconds and counting."
In a blind panic kim rushed to Drakken, swiftly untangling him from the cord before grabbing him and bodily throwing him towards the exit, screaming at him to run for it. Rufus was right on his heels.
Kim quickly scanned the area for any sign of Shego, relieved when she caught a glimpse of her escaping through a small side tunnel, running for all she was worth.
Now all she had to worry about was herself.
Turning she ran for her life, legs pumping at near blinding speed as she pushed her body for every ounce of speed, reaching and surpassing her own physical limitations.
Its amazing the things the brain can force the body to do under stress.
"3......2......1......have a nice day!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
There! Exit, exit exit! So close! She heard the final seconds tick down, and just as she had thrown the door open an invisible wave of force threw her bodily through the frame, sending her form flying some 20 feet before she roughly crashed into the ground her smoking form rolling another 10 feet before she came to a stop.
Seconds...minutes...hours...who knew how long she lay there, though she guessed it was only a moment. Shakily she sat up, the fortresses final moments playing themselves out for the whole world to hear before the tortured building finally collapsed in on itself with a horrific crash.
She had failed.
NOW she could break down, and cry unashamadly for her lost friend.
Tears streamed down her face, the thought now running around in her head hurting her more than anything Shego had ever dished out.
Someday....probably someday soon....she was going to have to fight Ron.