Despite all the research, all of the careful stealing and planning everything was still a shambles.
A method to defeat all of them was needed this time. Something perfect, and unstoppable. Something that could counter Monkey Kung Fu, the Green Glow, and Kim Possible’s resourcefulness.
Everything would have to be done individually. A method for one wouldn’t necessarily work on all three.
Yes that much was for sure now.
Nothing would stop this plan. Not when it was complete.
And then the world would bow in respect.
Ron sighed as the universe separated itself from him again. He rather enjoyed feeling the very energy flowing through him, the strings of fate twisting as he ran a mental finger down them.
But this time there had been something darker. Something like a barbed cord running through as well.
And whatever it had been was not good.
He slid off the couch and padded into the kitchen. Food would take his mind off of things. An advantage of still living at home was the never having to buy food.
But it made personal time with Josh harder to achieve at times. Ron suspected that his parents knew, and were denying it as long as they didn’t see it.
After all he spent more time with Josh than he had ever spent with Kim.
He turned the stove on and set a skillet down. A crepe would be perfect. The light flavor and texture would be distracting enough.
So he set to work.
His mind started to wander as he mixed the batter. To Rufus. To that little Naked Mole Rat he had held so dear.
The cancer had been in remission for a month and a half before it came back. It had struck harder and faster this time, and it was too much for Ron to watch the little guy suffer again.
So Rufus had been, as the polite way of saying it goes, put to sleep.
Being responsible for his best friend’s death was hard. He had bought, and raised Rufus from a very young age. And the little guy had rocked.
And he was gone.
Three months and Ron still found himself crying whenever it came to mind. Three months and he was still mourning. It was alright though. Mourning was natural. It was necessary.
He sniffled as he fought back the tears, and pour the batter slowly. He could cry later, right now he was cooking, and that meant it wasn’t time to cry.
He had felt the presence before he saw the person. He set the bowl aside and flipped the burner to off before turning around.
“Stoppable.”
“Drakken. So they let you out on good behavior?”
“Actually they let me out because I leveled the prison.”
Ron wasn’t worried. He had taken the doctor on before. He could take him again. “So what do you want?”
“I want to propose a proposition. You never do Monkey Kung Fu again, and I take over the world. How’s that sound?”
“Nuts.” Ron slid into the stance that was beyond second nature. It was easier to do than breathing now. He had become a master, and he was ready to remind Drakken of that.
Drakken swung clumsily at Ron who twisted to the side and grabbed the doctor’s coat, bringing him to Ron’s face.
“I think I’ll just put you in a body cast this time…how’s that sound?”
Something cool and smooth had slid around Ron’s wrist with a click.
“I think I might do the same to you.”
Ron’s grip slipped as he dropped to his knees. His body was on fire as he clutched his chest in pain.
“Like it? I found the best way to deal with the mystical was with the mystical. The Ivory Monkey Bracer is now a part of you. And that bracer blocks all Monkey Kung Fu, and all of its powers.” Drakken was smug. Too smug.
Ron coughed violently, trying to breathe.
“I’m actually surprised Fiske never used it on you.”
Ron managed to get his breathing under control and looked at his arm. Where the object had been attached had been change. A complex design of runes, and symbols traveled half way up his forearm. If it wasn’t for that it was a cursed object, he would have thought it looked cool.
The blonde slowly slipped to his feet, “It doesn’t mean I can’t still hurt you.” He slipped into a classic fighter’s stance. “Besides, when did you start believing in the mystical?”
“You try sharing a cell with Fiske and tell me.” Drakken was assuming his own stance.
A stance that looked clumsy, but remarkably like Monkey Kung Fu.
Ron swallowed and struck with a right hook, bringing his body around with a stomp from his right foot.
The stomp didn’t even distract Drakken, and the punch was countered by a shot to the boy’s midsection.
Ron doubled over in pain. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t losing. Pure determination forced him up. Pride was driving him now. He wasn’t losing to Drakken. He couldn’t. He swung again, this time driving his knee at the doctor.
A palm strike to the center of his chest dropped him.
Fiske had been practicing in his cell. And Drakken had watched, and practiced what he saw. He didn’t have the agility, or the power that Fiske had, but he could take a less than averagely strong human.
And he was proving it.
Ron could feel the blood trickle down the back of his neck. It was a matter of live and death now. And he wasn’t sure which he was going to get.
Kim’s Kimmunicator beeped, effectively killing the mood. She had been engrossed in Shego’s arms, her lips, her body, but the ringing of the object ruined the moment. With a growl she grabbed the object off the night stand and answered.
“What’s the sitch Wade?”
“Hummina…hummina...” His eyes went saucer-like as he was stared in shock.
“Kimmie….you’re naked remember?” Shego whispered helpfully.
Kim blushed as she realised her nudity, “Wade, quit staring at my chest and tell me what’s up. And if you break eye contact, you’re dead. Got it?”
Wade nodded meekly. “It’s Ron…he’s hurt pretty bad...”
Kim paled, “How bad?”
“He has four broken ribs, and ended up with seven stitches on his head.”
“What happened?”
Wade sighed, “Mystic Monkey Issues. Apparently Drakken is getting more insane. No goons, no plots, just showed up in Ron’s house and attacked him.”
“But…Ron’s near invincible…” Kim couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Kim, you just said it yourself, near invincible. I’m not sure how Ron’s abilities work, but apparently Drakken found a way to block them. Kind of like how the Jade Monkey worked on you.”
“Any idea what it was?”
Wade sighed, “An ivory bracer. And we can’t get it off because it’s bonded with him…”
“Jade Amulet style?”
Wade nodded, “Exactly. And we still don’t know what Drakken is up too.”
Kim sighed, “Thanks Wade…I’ll talk to Ron later….” She clicked the Kimmunicator off and slouched against the bed. “This is insane…how…Ron…”
A pair of arms slid around Kim, “I don’t know….and honestly I think it’s fucked up. We’ll figure it out though. We’ll figure it out and stop the bastard.”
Kim nodded. Finding Drakken would be impossible until they had an idea what he was up to. And then they would stop him.
And this time it was beyond personal.
Author’s Notes: And Chapter Two is ended. Granted Wade doesn’t like the whole "magic" thing in the series, I think he could handle it if he had no way to deny it. Or something. : P