Fan Fiction ❯ These Dark Days ❯ The will of a hero ( Chapter 4 )

AN—Do I really have to say it? I don't own Kim possible or any of the Characters associated with said show. I wish I did though....oh well. OH, and I've noticed quite a few hits on this story, but no reviews! :( Cmon people, tell me what you think!

Anyway, heres chapter 4 of These Dark Days.

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Ron Stoppable......was not having a good month.

 

'The understatement of the year? Oh yeah.'

 

First there had been the stupid helmet thing. That mission was supposed to be a cake-walk. And it was there for a bit. They stopped Drakkens attempt to remove his goodness, forcing him to become....what? Uber-evil? But thats where things took a turn that would forever change the young mans life.

 

While they had indeed stopped Drakken from turning Uber-evil, the helmet had been damaged, and for a brief moment, everything looked like it was going to be okay. Sure he had been hit with some ray-thingie, but beyond that he was fine. Just a major head-ache there for abit. Nothing the Stoppable immune consitution couldn't take care of no problem!

 

He had gone home, complaining about the usual things. To much Homework, girl troubles, the latest game he was trying to conquer. He had even hit the sack earlier than normal so he would be well rested for the coming school day.

 

As he lay sleeping that night, the whispers had come.

 

Whispers of evil so intense that Ron absolutely refused to sleep. They were only stronger then.

 

But for all his trying, his body eventually shut-down for rest once he had hit the 3 day mark. Sometimes it just didn't pay to be human.

 

During that rest, really a self induced coma, ron found himself standing...well...floating...levitateing? Its hard to explain. It was a black space, infinite in size and mass. He assumed this was his mind.

 

'Nothing but air beneath the hair' Suddenly took on a very literal meaning. It was kind of depressing really, and ron was almost glad when the whispers started again, distracting him from the emptyness that was his mind.

 

The whispers grew stronger and stronger until they eventually culminated into a man, teen really.

 

Ron knew he was asleep. Tried to wake up numerous times. He didn't want to be here...besides he had a history test to take in a few hours!

 

“Okay dude, not sure who you are but this whole congealing outta sound is kinda freaky....I mean who are you supposed to be anyway? Agent Smith?”

 

The new Ron just frowned, walking towards the now rapidly retreating figure. Ron didn't know why the figure scared him so bad.....I mean it was just him wearing a very sharp three-piece. The mirrored Sun-glassses where a nice touch to. Slicked back hair...very professional looking. But this ron just felt.....wrong.

 

Not wrong in a 'man that kid is kinda weird'.

 

Wrong in a 'I like to run over kittens and then feed them to the neighborhood children as hamburgers' way.

 

Deeply wrong.

 

Sick and Wrong.

 

But Ron didn't have time to speculate on this anymore, because the New Ron had stopped, raising one hand to point at him.

 

“Go to sleep Ron.”

 

Confusion came over Rons face for a moment, taking a look around.

 

“But I'm already....ooooohh...you mean in that figurative kinda way, I Gotcha....wait thats not good is it?”

 

“No it's not.”

 

And in a place that only he was supposed to have control, the evil planted by the helmet swiftly conquered what remained of Ron, throwing it aside.

 

The now disposed Ron could only watch.....and after witnessing the atrocites HE had commited.....witnessed what HE had done to KP.....he had started to pray.

 

Pray that Kim would eventually find a way to kill him.

 

'She never deserved that...God Im so sorry Kim.....I was to weak...ALWAYS TO WEAK'

 

To rons credit he had tried, every second he was aware, EVERY time he had a chance, to stop himself. And he had succeeded a handful of times. He had stopped himself from killing Yori when Evil-Ron had went to Yamanuchi to retrieve the lotus blade.

 

That was the only student he had been able to save.

 

He had also stopped himself from doing anything worse to Kim. It had taken everything he had to stop himself from raping her while she had slept off the beating Evil-Ron had given her. The fact that she was a mess of bruises meant little to him, but Ron had convinced him otherwise.....okay so he had only been able to stop himself twice. But those two times he immediantly thanked god for. Those were two of the most important people in the world to him, and he would be damned if he let himself hurt them. And he let himself know that when he made his offer to Kim....and would have said quite a bit more if Evil Ron hadn't surged up against him then, throwing his semi-conciousness back into the darkness....

 

 

Only able to watch.

 

 

 

Kim's mouth was open, the words ready to tumble out of her mouth would change the fate of the world. You could almost see the tension in the air, the room growing uncomfortably hot almost instantly. Sweat slid down Kim's forehead, stinging her eyes.

 

On one hand she could be the hero again, certain in the fact it would be the last time she did. If she refused to help Ron, to be his so called Co-Dictator, he would kill her. Kim was not ready to die, for gods sake she wasn't even 18 yet.

 

But if she gave in, decided to help him, she would live.

 

And doom the world.

 

Doom the world to being ruled by Ron, forced to live a lie. Not to mention her family would die in the diesease she had helped spread. The choice should be easy!

 

....why couldn't she just tell Ron to go to hell then?

 

For some reason every time she tried to say it, her mouth rebelled against her mind by simply refusing to make a sound. She briefly wondered if the IV bag she had noticed earlier had some kind of mind-altering substance in it, because otherwise she would never even consider helping to destroy the world. She tried to form the words again. Her mouth opened, her throat made the appropriate motions, but again no sound.

 

Again the refusal to help him died before the signal had time to reach her mouth. Tears shined in her eyes. She couldn't say it...Why couldn't she say it!?

 

“Come now Kim I don't have all day.”

 

Ron watched in fascination as she tried again and again to refuse his offer, slightly amused at the tortured expression her face held.

 

'Impressive.'

 

He had put enough drugs into that IV to make the pope think about worshipping Satan, and still she fought!

 

'I wonder.... will she be able to handle a larger dosage?'

 

Wordlessly Ron slid over to the dangling pouch, Kim eyes tracking his every move. They silently pleaded with him to let her go.

 

Ron looked straight into her eyes as he adjusted the drip on the IV, introducing the drug into her system much faster than before.

 

'That should speed this up.'

 

Kim felt a small twinge of pain pulse through her veins for a brief moment before a cloud decended onto her conciousness. Just trying to form a coherant thought became a challenge. Two words formed in her mind.

 

'Say yes.'

 

Kim weakly shook her head, as if trying to physicly break free of her drug induced state. She couldn't say that...it would destroy everything she stood for!

 

'I won't!'

 

She arched her back as Ron adjusted the IV drip yet again, annoyance apparent on his face. The drug pouring into her system felt like liquid fire coursing through her veins now. She was dangerously close to an overdose.

 

Thinking wasn't an option anymore, all of Kim's will power going into resisting the urge to utter the words Ron wanted to hear.

 

'SAY YES'

 

Kims eyes screwed shut, her body starting to shake violently. Her muscles tightening and her color turning a dangerous pale.

 

'I can't!'

 

'SAY IT YOU STUPID GIRL!'

 

'I...please...'

 

Kim arched against her restraints, tears finally starting to leak from her tightly closed orbs.

 

'Somebody please...help me...'

 

The monitering system hooked up to Kim choose that moment to go haywire. Her heart rate was through the roof, blood pressure climbing steadily towards dangerous levels. If this kept up her heart was very likely to burst from the stress. Ron quickly cut the Drip completely, watching with disgust as she settled back down onto the table gasping for breath.

 

'How!?'

 

The drug was powerful, he had sold the idea convincingly...how was she still able to resist him!? In a rage he turned to face her completely, his fist crashing into her already battered face. A cut above her eyebrow immediantly reopened, fresh blood flowing into her glazed eyes.

 

He doubted she even felt the blow.

 

Ron quickly calmed himself down. Hitting her wasn't going to solve anything.

 

“Your will is indeed strong Kim...stronger than I had inticipated...but rest assured. You are going to break and you will help me....or I promise you, you will die a most horrible death.”

 

With that Ron spun, marching angrily towards the door he had entered through. A few moments later the door hissing sound was heard, leaving kim alone. Mercifully though, she had already passed out.

 

Ron was livid.

 

Not only was this going to set back is plan, he would have to create a contingincy plan that covered this new development. To top it all off he had been wrong about the strength of KP's spirit.

 

And he hated being wrong.

 

Quick strides gradually fell into measured steps as he walked through his lair, the polished steel corridors and glass sliding doors giving it the feel of a military bunker. Windows on each side of the hallway peered into rooms where experimants where taking place.

 

Some involved weapons of mass destruction, from simple improved side arms, to amssive weapons capable of leveling entire cities in moments.

 

Some involved people.

 

The screams indicated the experimants involving people were going well.

 

A few more steps brought him to another door. It slid open and he stepped through, never slowing his pace as he headed towards his personal office, henchman keeping as far from him as they could, snapping into almost painfully crisp salutes as he passed.

 

The first batch of Henchman he had aquired had tried to treat him like they treated Drakken.

 

The screams echoing along the hallway veiwing his experimants made it very clear Ron would not tolerate such things.

 

Since then all the groups of Henchman he had aquired knew to steer clear of him, keeping there tone and stance respectful at all times. They had no intention of ending up like the poor souls you could hear even in your sleep.

 

The lair was impressive in its own right, the steel and glass merging together in such a sense that it gave the building a very futuristic feel, a feel Ron dearly loved to have because of just how intimidating it felt. It was a pity It wouldn't ever really be seen by the world as it existed now.

 

After another 20 minutes of walking he came upon a door with his named written across it in sytlish gold lettering. It was the only wooden door in the entire base, and it opened into an equally lavish room. The carpet was a deep red, incredibly plush. The walls soild mahogany, gold trim evident on the edges. His desk was a huge piece, antiuqe looking, but packed with more gadets than a platoon of GJ agents could carry. Ron plopped down in his office chair, simply staring at his desk for a moment. A single light illuminated the spacious office, leaving it in a level of light only just slightly above being to dark to read. Of course he could just turn the light up, but he enjoyed things being gloomy. It matched his mood right now.

 

Finally he brought out a pen and paper, writing a few things down before tossing them away in disgust. Sighing he turned, looking out the lone window the office sported, a spectacular view of the ocean bottom greeting him. Right after the helmet incident Ron had commishioned this place to be built, using funds he had found in off shore accounts.

 

Apparently Bueno Nacho had been dipositing his Naco Royalties there instead of sending them to him, and after what happened the last time he couldn't blame them.

 

Ron was amazed that they had built the entire sprawling structure in just a months time. Of course he had used mainly Robots, but people still had to be involved. While that comprimised the security of this base, Ron had dealt with that X factor in two ways.

 

First, every actual person involved in the construction had been executed after the structures completion.

 

Second, he had routed the materials through more countries and the paper work through more computers than he cared to think about right now. Even if Wade worked full time on this it would take him atleast 2 months to find him, and by then it would be far to late.

 

'Just you wait Kimberely. Every dog has its day.....and theres more than one way to get someone to convert to my side.'

 

Finally at ease, the open expanse of sea his window offered always relaxed him, he turned back to his desk, fingering a small control on the surface. Immediantly a small screen slid up from the polished surface, a Henchmans face appearing.

 

“Report.”

 

The Henchman, whos name escaped ron at the moment, saluted crisply. The snow blowing in the background obscurred him for a moment, but the transmission immediantly cleared up.

 

“Construction is going smoothly sir, those Con-bots you sent really helped speed things along. Our ETC, baring any unforseen circumstances, is right on schedule and we'll be ready to deploy in about 5 days.”

 

Ron nodded, one hand going up to lightly stroke his chin. Right on time.

 

“Good. I want your next report in 24 hours understood?”

 

The henchman saluted again.

 

“Sir!”

 

The screen blinked out as the tranmission was ended, sliding noiselessly back into his desk.

 

He would be ready to strike soon....

 

And the world would rue the day it had ever produced Ron Stoppable.