(WARNING: Contains ADULT situations and material. Read at your own risk!)
"I believe there is a place where souls wander, burdened by the weight of their own sadness, waiting for a chance to set the wrong things right. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way, because sometimes, love is stronger than death."
The Crow
Angel of Vengeance
Thunder sounded and lightening lit the Middleton sky. It was the worse storm in the town's history, rain was flooding the streets and falling so fast that one couldn't see a foot before them. No one or nothing dared to be out in this mess, nothing but one solitary bird. A jet-black crow with almost glowing brown eyes soared through the storm, quickly making its way to Middleton Memorial Cemetery.
The cawing bird finally came to a stop over a single solitary tombstone standing under a large tree in the corner of the garden of stone.
Here lies:
Ronald Dean Stoppable
Sept. 18, 1987 - Oct. 31, 2004
Beloved Son, Best Friend, and Hero
("LET HER GO!!!" Ron screamed from Duff Killagan and Monkey Fist's grasp, "I SAID LET HER GO!!" He barked again, tears running down his cheeks from watching and hearing his best friend Kim Possible's screams)
The ground over Ron Stoppable's grave began to tremble.
("JUNIOR, STOP IT NOW!" Ron cried as Junior continued to take advantage of Kim's battered and weakened body. "I'LL KILL YOU AS SOON AS I GET A HOLD OF YOU!!!!" Ron screamed fighting against his restrainers.)
Lightening struck near by causing the whole area to tremble and the year old soil over the casket of Ron Stoppable began to break.
(Ron closed his eyes tightly as he heard Junior grunt and Kim release a loud bone curling scream. "Virgins are always nice," Junior sighed, before glancing at the outraged Ron. "What's the matter? Upset that I have taken what you believed to have belonged to you? That is the difference between you and I, my friend, you wait for her to allow and I move in for the kill. Trust me when I tell wither she admits it or not she enjoyed it, her body said so-"
His words were cut off when Ron finally got an arm free and slugged the larger villain square in the nose, making a sickening crunch sound.
Junior went to the ground crying, while Shego walked up and slapped Ron across the face, "You shouldn't have done that, Ronnie my boy.")
The dirt and grass began to part and four dirty fingers began to work its way from under the surface.
("Pick her up, I want to see her expression when I do this," Shego smiled, and Drakken and Senor Senior Sr. picked up the naked and bleeding Kim and Gill held her head to make her watch fearfully at what the group of monsters would do next. "Say good by to the dopey sidekick, Kimmie," Shego said, powering up her plasma glove.)
A hand popped up from the soil followed by another, both gripping the ground desperately.
(Ron heard Kim scream his name, but his eyes was focused on the glowing hand of Shego as it almost in slow motion moved toward his chest before plunging through his shirt into his chest through his sternum. He looked down and felt no pain, heard no sound, but could clearly see the blood literally squirting from his wound as Shego jerked her hand out of him. He glanced up at the terrified Kim and could barely hear her screaming his name though it sounded more like a low whisper. He felt light headed and could feel his body falling to the ground, and his last memory before it all went white was Kim's terrified face and her body in the grasp of their enemies.)
"KIM!!!!" Ron cried, jumping up out of the muddy soil, gasping for air. His lungs hurt, his chest burned where the plasma glove impelled him, and his head pounded like a drum. He rubbed his arms and shivered in the wet cold ground. He looked around wildly; his mind was a mess of memories all dancing around at one time making no sense. "W-what? KP?" Ron asked, wiping the mud from his face, and attempted to get it out of his filthy hair.
He glanced behind him and his eyes came to the tombstone, "Wha? I . I'm dead . but I'm . what am I?" he mumbled, his confusion mounting even higher.
"KA!" the crow cawed from atop the tombstone.
"Huh?" Ron asked pulling himself out of the now opened grave, and looked down at the old ruined suit he was dressed in.
"KA!" it called again, before taking to the air, flying toward the city, but turned and flew back to circle around Ron's head.
He nodded and on instinct began to follow the small bird into the small town.
----
"RON!!!!!!" Kim Possible screamed, sitting up in her bed. Her nightshirt and long crimson hair was attached to her body by her sweat, "Oh god Ron ." She whimpered trembling. "Why didn't they kill me too ." She whispered, taking a few deep breaths.
"Smile," A squeaky voice beside her stated and she glanced down at Rufus the naked mole rat, the last thing she had of Ron's. "Ron liked smile." He nodded and she picked up the small rodent and held him close, before breaking into sobs yet again, like she has every night for the past year.
She stroked Rufus' baldhead a few moments before curling up in the fetal position clinging to the rodent for dear life. She then suddenly sat up again and grabbing her phone and hitting the auto dial number, "Hey . Josh . yea I know, I'm sorry I just . thanks . I know you've heard this before . but I miss him so much ." Kim smiled slightly and blushed a little, "Are you sure it's ok? K . I'll be right over . bye." she said, turning a brighter pink.
She hung up the phone and climbed out of bed before pulling on her cloths, "I'll be back before sun up, Ruf." She said before sneaking out the door, ignoring the naked mole rat's worried expression.
----
Ron stumbled through the dark wet streets following the crow till it began circle an old run down two story flat with the large round window on the top floor broken out. Ron made his way to the nailed up door and easily pulled the boards from the door, and began his climb up the stairs to the main floor of the graffiti covered apartment.
He knocked the 'Crime Scene' tape out of the way and walked into the main room on the second floor and saw it was mostly furnished with old furniture that was covered with blankets and a large vanity mirror with drawers. He opened the large closet and found a few sets of clothing but what grabbed his eyes was a pair of black pants and a black tank top.
He quickly removed his own clothing and made his way to the bathroom. The water was still turned on much to his relief and he took a quick shower before walking back into the dirty unused room in the black pants and tank top. He found a pair of black combat boots that were, like his other clothes, slightly too small, but fit well enough. He then found a long black trench coat that waved out slightly at the hips. He pulled it on and looked at himself in the mirror.
Something was missing.
"KA!" the crow cawed, grabbing Ron's attention. Ron glanced its way and the bird dropped a small container from its beak. Ron opened the container to find black and white face paint.
Ron used his fingers to slick his still wet bangs from his face, and then rubbed his fingers into the white paint. He quickly rubbed it all over his face, making it a thick coat of white going from his jaw line to his hairline. He then turned to the black face paint and rubbed a large amount on both forefingers.
He then closed his eyes and took his fingers and touched his forehead just above his eyebrows. He then dragged his fingertips across his eyebrows, eyes, and on down his cheeks leaving a long line of black from his forehead on down his face. He then applied more on his lips and brought two more lines from the edge of his mouth upward making a small smile-like appearance.
Ron looked at himself in the mirror and a smile began to play at his now dark lips. The black bird flew over and landed on his shoulder and cawed his approval. Ron nodded before walking over to look out the large window at the quickly clearing night sky. One storm has passed, yet another was just beginning. A new Crow has been reborn to stalk the night.
To Be Continued .
"I believe there is a place where souls wander, burdened by the weight of their own sadness, waiting for a chance to set the wrong things right. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way, because sometimes, love is stronger than death."
The Crow
Angel of Vengeance
Thunder sounded and lightening lit the Middleton sky. It was the worse storm in the town's history, rain was flooding the streets and falling so fast that one couldn't see a foot before them. No one or nothing dared to be out in this mess, nothing but one solitary bird. A jet-black crow with almost glowing brown eyes soared through the storm, quickly making its way to Middleton Memorial Cemetery.
The cawing bird finally came to a stop over a single solitary tombstone standing under a large tree in the corner of the garden of stone.
Here lies:
Ronald Dean Stoppable
Sept. 18, 1987 - Oct. 31, 2004
Beloved Son, Best Friend, and Hero
("LET HER GO!!!" Ron screamed from Duff Killagan and Monkey Fist's grasp, "I SAID LET HER GO!!" He barked again, tears running down his cheeks from watching and hearing his best friend Kim Possible's screams)
The ground over Ron Stoppable's grave began to tremble.
("JUNIOR, STOP IT NOW!" Ron cried as Junior continued to take advantage of Kim's battered and weakened body. "I'LL KILL YOU AS SOON AS I GET A HOLD OF YOU!!!!" Ron screamed fighting against his restrainers.)
Lightening struck near by causing the whole area to tremble and the year old soil over the casket of Ron Stoppable began to break.
(Ron closed his eyes tightly as he heard Junior grunt and Kim release a loud bone curling scream. "Virgins are always nice," Junior sighed, before glancing at the outraged Ron. "What's the matter? Upset that I have taken what you believed to have belonged to you? That is the difference between you and I, my friend, you wait for her to allow and I move in for the kill. Trust me when I tell wither she admits it or not she enjoyed it, her body said so-"
His words were cut off when Ron finally got an arm free and slugged the larger villain square in the nose, making a sickening crunch sound.
Junior went to the ground crying, while Shego walked up and slapped Ron across the face, "You shouldn't have done that, Ronnie my boy.")
The dirt and grass began to part and four dirty fingers began to work its way from under the surface.
("Pick her up, I want to see her expression when I do this," Shego smiled, and Drakken and Senor Senior Sr. picked up the naked and bleeding Kim and Gill held her head to make her watch fearfully at what the group of monsters would do next. "Say good by to the dopey sidekick, Kimmie," Shego said, powering up her plasma glove.)
A hand popped up from the soil followed by another, both gripping the ground desperately.
(Ron heard Kim scream his name, but his eyes was focused on the glowing hand of Shego as it almost in slow motion moved toward his chest before plunging through his shirt into his chest through his sternum. He looked down and felt no pain, heard no sound, but could clearly see the blood literally squirting from his wound as Shego jerked her hand out of him. He glanced up at the terrified Kim and could barely hear her screaming his name though it sounded more like a low whisper. He felt light headed and could feel his body falling to the ground, and his last memory before it all went white was Kim's terrified face and her body in the grasp of their enemies.)
"KIM!!!!" Ron cried, jumping up out of the muddy soil, gasping for air. His lungs hurt, his chest burned where the plasma glove impelled him, and his head pounded like a drum. He rubbed his arms and shivered in the wet cold ground. He looked around wildly; his mind was a mess of memories all dancing around at one time making no sense. "W-what? KP?" Ron asked, wiping the mud from his face, and attempted to get it out of his filthy hair.
He glanced behind him and his eyes came to the tombstone, "Wha? I . I'm dead . but I'm . what am I?" he mumbled, his confusion mounting even higher.
"KA!" the crow cawed from atop the tombstone.
"Huh?" Ron asked pulling himself out of the now opened grave, and looked down at the old ruined suit he was dressed in.
"KA!" it called again, before taking to the air, flying toward the city, but turned and flew back to circle around Ron's head.
He nodded and on instinct began to follow the small bird into the small town.
----
"RON!!!!!!" Kim Possible screamed, sitting up in her bed. Her nightshirt and long crimson hair was attached to her body by her sweat, "Oh god Ron ." She whimpered trembling. "Why didn't they kill me too ." She whispered, taking a few deep breaths.
"Smile," A squeaky voice beside her stated and she glanced down at Rufus the naked mole rat, the last thing she had of Ron's. "Ron liked smile." He nodded and she picked up the small rodent and held him close, before breaking into sobs yet again, like she has every night for the past year.
She stroked Rufus' baldhead a few moments before curling up in the fetal position clinging to the rodent for dear life. She then suddenly sat up again and grabbing her phone and hitting the auto dial number, "Hey . Josh . yea I know, I'm sorry I just . thanks . I know you've heard this before . but I miss him so much ." Kim smiled slightly and blushed a little, "Are you sure it's ok? K . I'll be right over . bye." she said, turning a brighter pink.
She hung up the phone and climbed out of bed before pulling on her cloths, "I'll be back before sun up, Ruf." She said before sneaking out the door, ignoring the naked mole rat's worried expression.
----
Ron stumbled through the dark wet streets following the crow till it began circle an old run down two story flat with the large round window on the top floor broken out. Ron made his way to the nailed up door and easily pulled the boards from the door, and began his climb up the stairs to the main floor of the graffiti covered apartment.
He knocked the 'Crime Scene' tape out of the way and walked into the main room on the second floor and saw it was mostly furnished with old furniture that was covered with blankets and a large vanity mirror with drawers. He opened the large closet and found a few sets of clothing but what grabbed his eyes was a pair of black pants and a black tank top.
He quickly removed his own clothing and made his way to the bathroom. The water was still turned on much to his relief and he took a quick shower before walking back into the dirty unused room in the black pants and tank top. He found a pair of black combat boots that were, like his other clothes, slightly too small, but fit well enough. He then found a long black trench coat that waved out slightly at the hips. He pulled it on and looked at himself in the mirror.
Something was missing.
"KA!" the crow cawed, grabbing Ron's attention. Ron glanced its way and the bird dropped a small container from its beak. Ron opened the container to find black and white face paint.
Ron used his fingers to slick his still wet bangs from his face, and then rubbed his fingers into the white paint. He quickly rubbed it all over his face, making it a thick coat of white going from his jaw line to his hairline. He then turned to the black face paint and rubbed a large amount on both forefingers.
He then closed his eyes and took his fingers and touched his forehead just above his eyebrows. He then dragged his fingertips across his eyebrows, eyes, and on down his cheeks leaving a long line of black from his forehead on down his face. He then applied more on his lips and brought two more lines from the edge of his mouth upward making a small smile-like appearance.
Ron looked at himself in the mirror and a smile began to play at his now dark lips. The black bird flew over and landed on his shoulder and cawed his approval. Ron nodded before walking over to look out the large window at the quickly clearing night sky. One storm has passed, yet another was just beginning. A new Crow has been reborn to stalk the night.
To Be Continued .