Shattered

I have been in a bit of a fowl mood as of late, mostly because I've been trying and failing to do anything with the RonYori shipfic I've been working on. In doing so and reading a few older fanfics this thought popped into my head. It's gonna be a RonBetty fic and it's going to be a STD story that will start out VERY dark. I usually get annoyed at people who do this but I understand that this might just effect certain people.

*TRIGGER WARNING!* The following fanfiction with contain mild gore and mentions of suicide. Read at your own risk.

As always, please. Read Review and Enjoy!

The sound of the doors being slammed open drew the attention of everyone at the prom as Ron all but fell in, paler than he usually was and a freaked out look in his eyes. "KIM!... DRAKKEN... LIL DIABLOS... EVIL!"

Kim groaned in annoyance at what Ron was doing. Here, on the most important night of here teenage life and in front of everyone, Ron was going to embassies her. 'Is it too much to ask for just one night to be a fucking TEENAGER?!' she thought to herself as she only half listened to the insane ramblings of her "Best friend."

It was when he grabbed her hand and insisted that she had to come with him that she finally lost it. "I'm not going anywhere Ron!" Kim snapped as she pulled her hand away. "I have had enough of your shit Ron, you and I have spent everyday together for years and I've finally found the right guy and you start acting like a spoiled child and making up lies to try and get my attention."

"Kim I'm not lying I-"

"I don't what to hear it you freak!" Kim roared, not noticing the hurt in his wide eyes, "I'm done Ron, all I wanted was one damn night to live as a teenager and you had to ruin it! I'm sorry that I'm the only one in the whole world that can actually stand to spend more than an hour with you but you need to just get over it and leave me the hell alone."

"Kim..." Ron croaked as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I SAID LEAVE!" Kim shouted as she balled her fist and punched Ron full force in the face, knocking one of his teeth loose. As the laughter started Ron could feel the tears on his cheek and the blood in his mouth. Kim gave one more nasty look before she walked off.

Walking out of the gym Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out the lifeless body of Rufus. The naked mole rat had given his life trying to help Ron, fighting off the little robots that were attacking him. Ron grieved the whole ride home, keeping a look out as best as he could threw the tears.

Making it home; no to the house he slept in, this hadn't been his home in a long time, Ron walked to the backyard and buired Rufus under the treehouse in his favorite sunbathing spot. Walking back into the empty house he collapsed onto the couch and balled his eyes out.

Ron was done with life. Werther or not she meant to Kim had hit the nail on the head, no one in the world wanted anything to do with him. He was ignored by the press in spite of everything he did to help Kim on her missions. Everyone at school either ignored or tourchered him, teachers included. Even his own parents had given up on him, on his last birthday they had told him that when he turned eighteen he was to leave and not come back, that he was an embarrassment to the family and he wasn't welcome anymore. They didn't even wait for him to leave the room before talking to each other about the adoption agency they had found. He had only two things in his life worth living for, one had died protecting him and the other abandoned him without a second thought.

Pulling himself up Ron walked upstairs. He could already see the giant robots bursting out from the Possible home. He was done with life but he knew he still had one thing left to do.

*Two hours later*

Kim sat tied up before Dr. Drakken, a growl in her throat and a look of absolute hatred in her eyes. It was less than ten minutes after Kim had exploded on Ron that the first Robot tore down the front doors of the gym, half a second after she remembered everything Ron was trying to tell her. Drakken taken over Bueno Nacho, Diablos attacking, Rufus dying. Then she remembered all the hateful things she had screamed at him. If she didn't have a robot to demolish Kim would have thrown up.

Eric, a name that had at one time brought a smile to her face now filled Kim with such regret and sorrow. As she made her way out of the gym to try and put a stop to this she was intercepted by the fake boy. Kim let out a few tears as she told Eric of the ramifications of what she had done. He held her close as she cried and whispered into her ear, "Dr. Drakken calls me Synthodrone number 901," before she was filled with pain and the world went dark.

Kim had woken up tied to a pillar in the control room, armed guards just waiting for a reason to attack her for trying to escape. She could see Shego at her terminal, getting the last of the preparations done while every now and then giving Kim a sadistic grin. Eric stood by Drakken, acting as a personal guard for the mad man.

"How does it feel Kim Possible?" Drakken asked with a malicious smile, "The one time the buffoon was actually right and you not only send him away but broke his spirit." Kim did the only thing she could at that moment and spit into his face. Drakken was unfazed, "Soon the world will be mine Kim Possible, and you will act as my slave. But I will afford you one last kindness, when we find the buffoon's body you can be the one to bury him!"

Kim began thrashing in her confinement, and earned a kick to the stomach for her troubles. "What are you going to do to him!" she choked out.

Shego stood up before Drakken could answer and grabbed Kim by her face. "I've played for both teams Princess, clocked a lot of time as a hero and a villain, and let me tell you this. That look in the sidekick's eyes, there are only two paths that those eyes lead to. He'll either turn evil again in which case we'll have to put him down, or..." Leaning in Shego whispered into Kim's ear, causing her eyes to widen and tears to flow.

Pulling back at the sound of the alarm going off Shego ran back to her terminal and smirked. Drakken knew that smirk, it meant success. "Is every thing set Shego?"

"All towers are active and ready," Shego said, "Diablos are deployed and GJ as well as any other governmental or military defenses are down."

"Are the radio frequency disrupters in place?" Drakken asked, Shego nodded, "Good, bring them online. I think it's about time the world met it's new king."

Up until that very moment Kim had never actually been afraid of the blue skinned man before her, but now in his victory did she finally see just how terrifying he could be. She could do nothing but watch as the goons he hired set up cameras and a small stage.

At the mark of the three green lights Drakken began his address. "People of the world, I am Dr. Drakken, the creator of the robots now addecimating the cities you are in and the new ruler of the WORLD! With your defenses down you will obey my every command and anyone who doesn't shall be-"

The rest of Drakken's speech was cut off in what could very well have been the most gruesome of ways, in one second the sound of glass shattering was heard and the next Drakken's head exploded from his shoulders. Shego, in spite of being a trained fighter and having seen more than her fair share of gruesome scenes, screamed at the sight of her boss literally lose his head.

Another second passed and the Synthodrone Eric suddenly exploded where he stood mere moments before in a stunned silence.

Yet another second found the main control panel began to sparking electricity before shutting down, taking the diablos with it.

Shego couldn't take it any more and tried to do what the grunts did the instant Drakken's head disappeared and run, only to be stopped by a bullet zipping not more than an inch in front of her. Before she could take a step back another bullet was fired behind her, again just an inch away from ending her. The last shot was above her, exactly one inch over her head.

There were few things in this world that Shego understood but was still afraid of, knowledge of something tended to calm the fear of it. This was different. Shego knew that three shot pattern, each perfectly distanced from a target, and it meant only one thing. A sniper had you in their sights and wanted you alive but had no issue killing if need be.

Betty Director ran at full speed to the heliport to grab the fastest jet GJ had, several agents doing their best to keep pace. She had spent the last hour fighting off the giant robots that suddenly materialized from her subordinates desks, and after being pinned down was forced to watch as Drakken made it clear that the world now belonged to him.

And then his head exploded.

In the moments before said spontaneous head explosion Betty had noticed Kim tied up in the background but she hadn't seen Ron. Part of her thought it was just because Drakken didn't care enough to show him to the world like he did Kim, but in the back of her mind she knew better. Betty Director knew that if he had been there, Kim would have prevailed.

While it had been no secret, at least among Global Justice, that the 'Ron Factor' project had never actually been closed. What had been kept secret was the reason why. Betty had a soft spot for the boy, he was loyal and hardworking in spite of his lack of coordination. He would ignore any of his many fears and fight head on if it meant keeping his friend save. And if Betty was going to be honest with herself, an increasing rarity as time went on, he was already beginning to shape into quite the handsome young man.

Which was why the rock in her gut was really beginning to worry her.

The moment she jumped into the jet Betty gave the order to start heading to BNHQ once everyone was loaded up. Once that was done she ran over to one of the computer terminals and hacked into the hidden school cameras to try and see if she could get any clues on Ron's where about. It ended with equal parts sorrow and rage and culminated in Betty putting her fist threw the monitor. "Double time it, NOW! I want us there FIVE MINUTES AGO!" The tone in her voice and the killer intent leaking from her made every agent suddenly very frightened.

Kim sat in horror as well as a pool of vomit and a trace of urine. In spite of the years of crime fighting she had never seen someone die, especially right in front of her and in such a gruesome fashion.

"SH-Shego..." Kim said in a shaken voice that had never before left her lips, "Shego... what happened?" Shego didn't respond. She wouldn't even move an inch. "Shego?"

"B-Be quiet Kim," Shego said, her voice just as shaken, "These shots, next to my head... they're a warning. I move they'll do to me what they did to him!" Kim's eyes traveled down to the mess that was Dr. Drakken, then threw up again.

Right then the door to the room was kicked in and several GJ agents stormed the room, Will Du leading the charge. "Shella Elizabeth Goh, you are under arrest for crimes against humanity and attempted global destruction!"

"Will?" Kim asked, her composure finally albeit slowly returning, "Where's Dr. Director? Where is Ron?!"

On a hill several yards away sat the shell of Ron. In his hands was the was a gift from the only one in his family to ever have faith in him. A custom built semi auto long ranged sniper rifle given to him by his grandfather.

Allister Ending was a war hero when he finally left the marines and started his family. He was known as "Long shot" in his squad, he never missed. When his daughter was born he attempted to teach her but she didn't have the gift, but her son was another story.

As he laid on the hard ground his eyes never left the scope, never taking them off Shego until he finally saw the door be kicked in. Ron could still hear the voice of his grandpa, telling him about the wind and the bend of the earth, how everything needs to be accounted for when taking a shot. How when he nailed his target Grandpa's eyes would light up in delight as he showered him in praise and when he missed he would laugh out "Try again my boy," and pat him on his shoulder.

The rifle, which both had named 'Angel's breath' had been a gift at the start of his world saving endeavors, to be used only in times of absolute need, a last resort. A resort he had taken tonight.

Now his work was done. There was nothing left. Setting 'Angel's breath' down Ron leaned against a near by tree and pulled out the other gift he had been given, this one a year ago at his grandpa's funeral. In his hand was a .44 colt Magnum, 'Demon's Kiss' as grandpa had called it, the same gun he used to mow down anything that was foolish enough to attempt to attack him at a close distance.

If there was anything left in him anymore Ron might have laughed that his first kiss would be from a demon.

"Don't do it Ronald," Betty said as she walked up, her voice low in a hurt tone as her eye locked with his. Ron hesitated for just a moment before he cocked the hammer of the gun, "Please Ron, just talk to me. I know what happened at school, I know she hurt you, but this isn't the way."

This time Ron did stop. His dead eyes finding their way to her before falling back to 'Demon's Kiss'. "I have nothing left." Ron said, his voice just as broken as the look in his eyes, "Rufus died tonight trying to protect me. My parents want nothing to do with me and are already planning to kick me out at 18 and adopting a new baby. The only one in my family that has ever cared for me was my grandpa and he's gone too.

"Kim was the last thing in this world I had and she threw me away for a synthetic human tailor made for her." Ron curled into himself as his grip on 'Demon's Kiss' tightened, "There is nothing in this world left but emptiness, loneliness and pain. I'm just so tired..."

Ron hadn't realized that Betty had been walking towards him until she took 'Demon's Kiss' from him but he didn't fight it, nor did he fight as she pulled him into her chest as she began to stroke his hair. "Shh... it's okay..."

Betty could feel his limp body respond, however slowly, to her presence. For a moment she thought he would just sit there but soon enough his arm tentatively wrapped around her. She could feel the slight tremble in his shoulders and knew instantly what was going to happen. "It's okay Ron," she cooed, "let it out." And just like that the night was set a blaze with the screams and cries of a bright soul that had finally been broken.

Thus ends the story of the soul that shattered under the weight of the world that had no mercy... or does it?! Well, yeah kinda. If you want me to do an epilogue let me know!