Ron had made two mistakes in his plan. The first was when he had kidnapped the woman he had harbored a loving desire for since they had met in Pre-K.
His second had been a lot more deadly, more painful.
Biology class had taught Kim that the human body held roughly six quarts of blood.
Six quarts was a lot of blood. More blood than she had ever expected to be in one person's body.
But this wasn't six quarts. He had bled a lot, but nowhere close to death. Her mind was screaming to leave him, but something overpowered her, the sensation, the need to do what was right, as she carefully cleaned the wounds. Loving care is all her fingers did as the blood was tenderly wiped away and the wounds were wrapped.
He might have gone crazy, but there wasn't a need to kill someone who had been her best friend.
She hadn’t meant to hurt him. The red head had honestly not known his feelings for her, and then there was this.
Both of them now had two strikes against them. The question was who got to bat next.
Kim slumped down next to the unconscious blonde and regarded the chip on her forehead. Technically the device was responsible for what happened, but at the same time it wasn’t.
She had been sleeping when Ron had said it.
It had been something silly, that really wouldn’t do much too innocent ears, but the control chip had been on, and it took the idea literally. In its incomplete circuitry keep a random notion from being used literally, and Kim had become hell unleashed.
Or rather, the darkness of her soul did. She had known that the beast within had existed, and at the thought of ever being tempted to let it loose used to give her nightmares.
That was why she had spent part of her life learning the martial arts, and even mixed it with cheerleading to keep herself disciplined when time for the martial arts had waned.
But the chip didn’t care about discipline. It didn’t care that Kim was technically asleep. And the beast rushed to the surface and broke loose from the mental conditioning that she had instilled in herself a long time ago.
Evil has its own unique form in everyone, in Kim it was a violent and savage creature that didn’t care about anything but its needs to live…to survive…
And Ron had broken both of those rules with his brief draught of the brew of insanity.
As Billy he had captured Kim, and then kept her from being herself, or tried too.
And now the beast wanted revenge. The red head rolled over and straddled the blonde who blinked awake. He didn’t wake up fast enough as her nails dug into his chest, a dragging motion was all it too to leave eight long trails of blood down his torso, tearing the front of his shirt open at the same time.
He was impassive about it, and brought the heel of his hand into her jaw. Her body arched back and she landed on the floor, on all fours. He was up already though.
Kim lunged, and got a piece of Ron’s arm as he shielded his face from her talon like fingers. He threw a punch in and even tried a kick, but she had just used both to counterattack. He had Monkey Kung Fu, but she had more experience, more practice…and a level of wrath that rivaled the very demons in Hell.
She had been weak before, restrained, but now she was power, she was in control. She was the beast that had been yearning to be free since birth.
Kim actually woke up to Ron holding his side. There was the taste of blood in her mouth, but it hadn’t tasted like her blood.
“So…that’s what you’re like…if you’re evil.” He slumped and passed out, against the bed.
That brought Kim back to the present. The present brought with it a lot of memories and feelings. And it brought the beast with it.
Kim peeled the chip off of her forehead slowly, wincing as it slowly released its grip with great reluctance. She had hurt Ron. Granted Ron had deserved it, but she had done something she had told herself she would never do in her life.
She wanted to run from it, wanted to escape it. But she couldn’t.
Kim crumpled under her own guilt.
Shego let the hot water soak everything from her. It bothered her that Kim was still missing, but they were close. Anne was doing her own pre-fight bit from when she was younger, and Shego did hers.
Shego’s particular ‘pre-save-the-world’ bit involved a long hot bath to loosen her body, then some stretching to keep it limber; it had helped her prevent the evils of cramping back when she was still a hero.
The memories associated with that word were quickly buried by a string of thoughts though.
Wade, the contact the Anne had, had neatly done everything for them. A flight, hotel room, and directions to the old building Ron had taken Kim too had all been taken care of by him.
The boy definitely deserved a hug. But Shego had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn’t nearly a fair trade. Even though she was great at hugging when she was younger.
The flight was booked for that night, and there was nothing they could do but sit still, and ready themselves.
Author’s Notes: So the chapter is short, and personal demons are unleashed. Needless to say things aren’t over yet.