"Oh Snap!"

By Eoraptor

Rated T, inspired by a challenge at KP Slash Haven dot Net

It had been a LOOOONG week. And Kim was feeing every caffeine-fueled second of it weighing on her shoulders.

Monday it had been Drakken and Shego attempting to steal the pyramids at Giza. To what end she didn't know, but she had stopped the centuries' old ruins being relocated. On Tuesday, Frugal Lucre showed up, at the high school no less, running a student loan scam, trying to apparently get identities to sell online as well as high interest rates. Wednesday had been a real winner; DNAmy had kidnapped Mister Barkin, intending to do something involving his body and Monkey Fist's stolen and stoned brain. Finding Barkin naked and strapped to a table was something she wished she could bleach from her brain…

Thursday, of course, had been state cheer finals, where on Electronique had come looking for Ron, to gain revenge for leaving her reverse-polarized the previous month.

And the whole week during school, had been finals. Studying like a mad woman, cramming every microgram of ink in every text book she had directly into her frontal lobes while chugging iced mocha lattes and Shock Cola to stay awake and alert in case the kimmunicator should ring.

She'd almost leapt out of her skin when Ron had slammed his locker door, startling her out of a standing nap and thankfully waking her in time for her Geometry 2 final, the last test she had to take for the semester. Ron wasn't fairing much better than her, because when she jumped, he dropped into an exaggerated monkey kung fu pose and made the 'wahhhhhhh' noise he always did when trying to look threatening.

Still, she stumbled into the assigned test room, thanking whatever power there was which watched over sleep-deprived heroines that it was an open book test. She let go a deep sigh and practically fell into the cold plastic desk set.

"Alright, you know the rules, Phones turned off and in your purses or pockets on the floor. No headsets. One scientific calculator which is NOT a smartphone, got that Rieger? No food or drink, one pencil, Number two. Fourty five minutes on my mark." Barkin gave the instructions in his direct manner and the grumbling students began to comply.

Kim unbuckled her kimmunicator watch from her wrist and bent to drop it into her backpack.

And then she ducked for cover when a Henchco Number 5 Intruder Klaxon began sounding right next to her.

It took Kim's fogged, and now adrenaline-blasted brain a moment to register that there were no henchmen baring down on her, and that the room had not turned red with alarm lights. Just a bunch of high school seniors looking at her, some chuckling or giggling at her expense as she found herself amidst a pile of upset desks.

"What's the matter, K?" Bonnie sneered, a mischievous gleam in her icy blue eyes, "Don't like my new ring tone? I must have bumped it accidentally when I tried to mute my phone…"

Now the room did begin pulsing red; not with alarm lighting, but with the blood boiling and pumping right behind the redhead's eyeballs. She placed her hands resolutely beneath her and took several breaths, trying to steady herself and pull it together for the sake of her dignity.

"Oh, it also comes with an 'Extra Alarming feature' too..." Which Bonnie dutifully triggered just as Kim was rising to her knees.

The hundred and forty decibel warning siren caused her to jump, lose her nascent footing, and collapse again beneath the pile of upset desks. This resulted in more outright laughter from the other test-takers, giggling at her expense.

The chuckles and giggles stopped three seconds later when the desks exploded outwards in a spray, some hitting students as they landed, leaving a cleared circle with an enraged Kim Possible standing in the middle.

Bonnie had never seen such a sight outside of an action movie, so she stood stunned and frozen at the sight of the enraged teen before her.

Kim saw nothing but a field of red, with a brunette at its center, still holding the vexing noise maker.

First she executed a perfect windmill evasion. It was meant to deflect punches thrown by two hundred fifty pound steroidal henchmen, so the effect it had on a hundred fifteen pound ballerina was striking. The hand holding the cellphone was snapped to one side hard enough to dislocate her wrist, and also send the phone rocketing across the room, shattering as it perfectly struck the stainless steel institution-grade door handle of the classroom door.

This seemed to be a cue, and everyone else in the room bolted for that same door.

Kim didn't see them, though. She was now standing behind Bonnie Rockwaller.

She used the momentum of the windmill defense to spin completely around. In the process she lifted and kicked out her left leg, hooking it around the brunette's throat. On a larger, stronger opponent, this would have spun Kim into the air and around for the pin. On the unprepared high school student it had the effect of bringing her to the ground with a heavy thud, Kim's thigh locked around her neck.

The furious redhead instantly grabbed Bonnie's outstretched arm, and rotated it with practiced expertise into the locked position, Bonnie's palm facing the ceiling backwards as she looked around, still not entirely certain what had happened.

Kim was in the same position, mentally. It took her a moment to realize that she had her classmate locked in a flawless submission hold, legs scissored around her throat and arm twisted to the point of immobilization, but not yet pain.

Kim growled and shook her head, trying to clear it of the angry red mist that filled her vision. Unfortunately for Bonnie, the first thing that Kim saw with her clearing vision was the shattered remains of Bonnie's vexing smart phone.

A guttural growl filled the nearly empty class room, and Kim's thigh tightened with dark portent over Bonnie's windpipe. The brunette immediately started smacking the floor with her free hand, trying to submit and tap out of whatever it was she had triggered with her joke.

The redhead was having none of it. She had been pushed past her breaking point, and no quarter was going to be given now. She twisted Bonnie's arm further past its locked point, and gleefully felt the dancer buck beneath her body as she felt the tendons twisting all along the suddenly sweaty arm.

Once she was certain she had her nemesis' full and undivided attention, She growled low and hot, giving one extra twist to the trapped arm to ensure Bonnie knew who was in control.

"Now you listen to me, you privileged, petty, snide little bitch," the redhead growled, stretching her own back, tightening the hold even more, feeling Bonnie struggle as her breath was further restricted, "You've pushed and pushed and pushed for five years. You've attacked at virtually every turn, and you've attacked my friends, and even pitted my own family against me more than once."

"I don't know what diseased pit at the back of your head made you decide that I was a worthy target for your attentions, but I've had enough. I've tried ignoring you, I've tried reasoning with you, I've bested you more times than any villain I've ever faced, and I've even tried to be your friend." Kim sneered as she exerted pressure on Bonnie's thumb, making the joint grind as it was stretched to its physical limit.

Her own arms were trembling, only just resisting the urge by that dark part of her to push it past that limit.

Shaking her head, trying to clear it of the voice cheering her on, she fought to remain in control, "But you keep coming back to impart more abuse. Isn't that right?"

When no response was immediately forthcoming, Kim squeezed with her thighs, completely cutting off Bonnie's windpipe and threatening to collapse the blood flow in her neck, "I Said Isn't That Right?"

The brunette, eyes wide with terror, nodded rapidly despite the way her neck was being held between two thighs that felt like hot iron bands around her throat.

Kim eased the pressure off, once more regaining control over the urge to execute a death roll and snap Bonnie's neck. "And now, you decide that it's a good idea to set off an alarm, right in my ear? One that is used by half of the criminals world to tell them that I'm coming? Do you think that was a good idea?"

Bonnie felt Kim's thigh muscle twitch as if to strangle another answer out of her and quickly inhaled as much air as she could, while also rapidly shaking her head no, that it was NOT a good idea.

"Well, I'm here to tell you, right now; you set off the alarm, and here I am." Kim gave the trapped arm a sharp twist, and actually heard the tendons stretching and misaligning in Bonnie's body, even over her pained hiss.

After a long moment of allowing Bonnie to fester within the pain of the submission hold, the redhead continued, "Bonnie, I know seventeen forms of kung fu. I can bench press two of you, and leg press more. In my bag this very moment, there are two grappling hooks with stainless steel penetrating bolts which would pin your spleen six inches into the concrete floor."

Giving Bonnie's arm another twist, delighting in feeling as much as hearing her react to the danger of it being snapped, she continued, "Right this moment, I could twist this arm two degrees further and dislocate or break at least eight different bones, rendering it permanently dysfunctional. Or, I could twist even harder, sheering off the brachial artery and causing you to bleed to death without leaving a single mark on your body. Or, if I was feeling particularly vicious, which I am, I could twist my hips and snap your neck like a twig. Am I making myself understood?"

Bonnie again nodded as much and as rapidly as she could from the pin, terrified eyes on her victim-turned-tormentor.

Kim allowed her another moment to digest all she had just said, and then resumed her diatribe, "Again, I don't know what in good glorious hell possessed you to think I'd make a good victim… And I'm glad I will never be sick enough to know. But I do know this; you've pushed it too far."

The redhead twisted Bonnie's thumb a little further and felt the saddle ligament pop, sliding off of its assigned bone and rendering the girl's right hand temporarily useless, "And now I'm going to start pushing back. The next time you so much as look cross-eyed at me, OR my friends, you're going to lose one of those eyes. If you are PROFOUNDLY stupid enough to do it a second time, I will snatch out the second eye and leave you to linger in your blind misery."

"And," Kim continued, stroking her thumb along a part of Bonnie's arm which she knew would be tingling and burning from nerve pain by now, "If you open your mouth to say anything other than 'Hello Kim, Good Morning, I hope you slept well?' I will rip out your wind pipe, wrap it around your neck, and strangle you to death with it before you have the good fortune to die on your own from blood loss."

She was rewarded with Bonnie's eyes widening to the point of almost popping out of her skull, and she grinned darkly, "Good, you understand. Now remember Bonnie, I have powerful friends. Friends that you don't even know about, ones who wear eye patches and can make you disappear before you even realize there's no floor under your feet. I will know if you've said a cross word or made an ugly glance against anyone I know. You can't hide from me, and you can't hide things from me. Clean up your act or you will live just long enough to regret it."

Kim held still for a long moment, resisting the urge to punitively destroy Bonnie's arm, before finally regaining some semblance of her self and banishing the dark Kim within her back to its cage. She slowly disentangled her legs from around Bonnie's neck, and then viciously snapped Bonnie's thumb back to the right.

It caused the brunette to scream out in pain, but it also reseated her dislocated thumb and tendon. "Now, I am going to go turn myself in for assault and battery. If you're smart, you will admit to playing a prank on me which caused me to snap and suffer a post traumatic incident. If you're not smart… well, I'll be kicked out of school and have plenty of time to figure out which of your feet I want to break every single bone in."

With that, Kim straightened her hair and quietly exited the classroom, leaving the bruised dancer laying, still paralyzed in fear, on the floor amidst the scattered desks.