Real Emotion
Summary: Ron Stoppable is going through a rough time in his life. But when he is kidnapped and interrogated by Drakken, will he snap out of his depression or kill himself in the process? RonXDrakken
Pairing: Ron Stoppable/Drew "Doctor" Drakken
Rating: M
Disclaimer: "Kim Possible" is Disney's property, not mine. I do not own Ron Stoppable, Dr. Drakken, Shego, Kim, Rufus, or anyone else. .
"So he just passed out?" Shego asked skeptically and studied her fingernails. "I can't believe that's all that happened, you know. I mean, I left you alone with him for how long?"
Silence.
"And I thought I took good care of him, Dr. D," she added, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Drakken leaned back into his large black chair. It creaked and shifted slightly onto it's left side. "If I'm not mistaken, you left the whole night." He paused and sighed, rubbing his temples in the process. "Secondly," he continued. "That Stoppable kid is technically, I suppose, a hostage…for now. That followed by malnutrition has to make some people lose their strength and their minds." Drakken pulled up a security file and frowned.
He glanced over at Shego with his bloodshot eyes and stretched his arms.
Shego winced at the look of him. He was pushing himself for unknown reasons and Shego was about fed up with all the secrecy. Perhaps it was better she didn't know, though.
"And, by what the security cameras are showing me, you haven't been treating him nicely at all."
"Oh for Christ's sake, he's a PRISIONER, Drakken!"
Shego bit her lip when her boss's expression changed. It wasn't his usual frown or annoyed glare. It was serious. She wasn't sure what emotion Drakken was displaying to go along with his current seriousness either, but it was positively gruesome to stand there and see him like that.
"Stoppable passed out about fifteen minutes or so after you deserted him," he said in a hoarse voice after a while. Shego rubbed her neck. The blue man stared blankly at his large computer screen and exhaled. A rat suddenly scurried by her feet, causing her to jump slightly.
Drakken continued to stare at the busy computer screen.
"Don't let it happen again, Shego."
The henchwoman rolled her eyes as a sign of rebellion, but agreed. A part of her felt a bit guilty and scared, like a punished child. And yet the other part was more than happy that she avoided…walking in on anything the mad scientist had been doing to Stoppable. Hopefully it wasn't as bad ad Shego thought it was.
"So, what do you plan on doing with him? What about your "big plan", Dr. D?" Drakken coughed, shaking his head. "Not sure if it's going to work…"
Shego nearly fell over.
The actual Dr. Drakken doubted himself and his plans? No matter how wacky and pointless they could be, Drakken never doubted his work. Never.
"What do you mean…?"
Drakken sighed and stood up abruptly. "What I mean is that that buffoon won't crawl over to our side immediately. He still has some complicated…"feelings" for Kim Possible. Of course, we need to convince him of otherwise ASAP."
Shego arched an eyebrow.
"You mean you need to convince him ASAP, Dr. D."
Drakken smirked despite her sarcasm.
He felt so warm and safe now that the shadows were gone. He didn't have a clue of where he was or how he got there…but Ron still felt somewhat safe. The foam-like mattress combined with thick blankets and plump pillows simply excused all logic. Then again, Ron was never one for logic.
He sighed, turning over onto his stomach and buried his face into a pillow. It smelled like cinnamon and something else. Usually the smell of anything this strong would make Ron sick or give him a headache, but this scent…it was amazing. The whole atmosphere made the blonde truly believe he had died and gone to Heaven. Ron smiled and rubbed his head against the pillows.
The blonde had been awake for approximately twenty minutes now, or so said the black clock on the wall. "Two thirty… I hope it's in the afternoon," he whispered, embarrassed if he had slept a whole day.
"I shouldn't be worried… I…"Memories from what had taken place between him and that doctor didn't faze him.
He was unchanged. A little shaken, annoyed, and confused, but still unchanged. Drakken wasn't going to kill him. Maybe rape him, but not kill him. And Ron was no longer in the dark. So, why worry? Drakken was probably going to use him as bait. There was nothing new there. Maybe Kim would rescue him earlier than expected too.
Over all, Ron was fine with anything and everything at that moment.
Was that good or bad?
Ron cringed suddenly. There it was again, that question… Was this good or bad? That he lay there in the king sized bed, not caring. That he was all right with Drakken doing whatever he wanted to him. That he didn't care if Shego beat him to a bloody pulp. Kim was probably worried about him. Everyone Ron Stoppable knew was more than likely to be worried sick and looking for him.
His eyes began watering. Shouldn't he get up now that he felt well and stop Drakken? Try to at least? Better yet, he should get out of the cave-like lair all together and find help. Yet the young man couldn't. Something was stopping him. Lately every time he built up the courage to think against Drakken, his insides churned and Ron stopped. He wasn't sure it was fear.
It was… Ron didn't know what it was, but it was controlling him somehow. He wasn't the Ron he knew. Maybe it's because he was being held against his will and occasionally groped by an evil villain. Or maybe he was going insane.
But Ron knew he had to get out of the room. He had to escape and beat Drakken. He had to prove he was still Ron Stoppable. He prayed Kim would hurry up and find him soon.
"Shit," he whispered and pushed himself up.
For the first time he scanned the surrounding area, which was indeed a remarkable spectacle. Blue walls and deep purple carpeting was what Ron saw first. Well, truthfully, there wasn't anything else but the floor, walls, clock, and bed. But compared to the rocky cave, hell, even his room at home, the place was beautiful.
He shifted so he was sitting on his knees and clutched the covers. The bed he was occupying was huge and supported by polished cherry wood, probably bouncy too. The thick blankets were blue and light blue and smelled of some sort of light perfume. With closer inspection, Ron realized there were little flowers and butterflies printed on them. His pillows and the trim around the walls were also some sort of light blue. As for that 'perfume', which engulfed everything, it seemed to be a combination of apples, cinnamon, and some sort of flower.
But what bothered him was the metal door to his immediate left. It had appeared out of nowhere. It just stood there, icy and cold, surrounded by warmth. Ron figured it was about a foot thick and probably rigged with an electrical shock device.
He wondered where the cameras were located and looked around the room. Ron's heart was pounding. He was scared but at the same time annoyed. Drakken had been causing him problems for around four years now, and his current situation took the cake.
"The camera's probably in the clock," he thought suddenly and threw the covers back. Ron looked around the room again and blinked. It was just too awkward for him to take in. Nothing was clicking and coming together in his head. He'd have to sneak out, he decided, and find out Drakken's plans. Once he knew what exactly was going on, escaping was all that would be left to do.
"Drakken's going to fucking flip when he finds out I'm gone." That made Ron smirk and then frown. The blonde's stomach suddenly did another summersault and he pulled his legs to his chest. Sitting there on the bed, he felt oddly venerable. Like at summer camp when the kids would torment him into hiding or at school when the jocks hung him on the bleachers or flagpole.
"Shit. Why, Drakken…? Why…?"He didn't understand why the scientist had kidnapped him. Even so, Ron didn't want to hear that name, especially in his mind. He didn't want anything to do with that…that…man. So, he had to escape and find out Drakken's new plan. Then he'd tell Kim and be a hero again.
"Ha, hero," he said out loud in a bitter voice.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed and looked down. What was he wearing? They sure weren't the clothes he had arrived in. On closer inspection, Ron discovered that he had been sleeping in what looked and felt like pajamas. A blue, silky two-piece pajama set. The stitching was what caught his attention next. An uppercase "R" and "S" were sewn over one another neatly on his left breast.
Ron bit his lip, not sure of what to do, but equally afraid not to do anything.
"Looks like our little basket case is awake," Drakken said and laced his fingers together, using them as a support system for his chin. Shego sighed and cracked her knuckles. She awaited further instruction but instead was met with another sigh.
"Dr. D?"
"Yes?"
Shego hesitated. Usually the madman would give her orders without question. However ridiculous and annoying they were, she, the henchwoman, would follow her boss's wishes. Even if Drakken's plans and orders failed neither of them couldn't deny that they didn't try.
"But now…Drakken isn't himself, is he?" she thought and cleared his throat.
"Drakken, tell me what the hell is going on. This is ridiculous."
Her voice echoed dully off the cave walls. In the distance, a few bats stirred. Silence soon followed through, as it had been doing so since Stoppable had arrived.
"Should I go over the plans again, Shego?"
She cringed at the way he spat out the sentence.
"First, we kidnap that…boy."
"Check," Shego said for the sake of speaking.
"We hold him in a hostage-like environment to show we mean business to him and the rest of the world."
"Double check."
"Right. So, now we have to win him over to our side while eluding Kim Possible."
"…And then what?" She whispered, leaning back against the cold, rocky wall. Drakken didn't answer for quite some time. He removed his chin from his hands and began typing rapidly, simultaneously ignoring everything around him. The computer kept spitting out other smaller boxes on its' screen and made an annoying 'din' sound. This continued for approximately fifteen minutes.
Shego groaned, tired of standing. She wanted an answer before leaving on patrol but was afraid Drakken had completely shut himself off from her. Once more, she waited and shifted her weight from her left foot to her right one. Shego was afraid to ask again out loud.
That was new.
Drakken's sudden booming laughter startled her. She had been so startled that Shego found herself in a fighting stance. As if her own boss would ever attack her. Yet with the way Drakken was acting, who could say he wouldn't?
"We set the stage, give him all the tools he needs, and simply stand back," Drakken said, still laughing.
Maybe punching the door was a mistake. Maybe trying to break down that big, thick, metal, door with his bare hands was a mistake. Ron clutched his bruised fist and whimpered, running out of ideas fast. Hopefully he had gotten someone's attention. Hopefully it was Shego who came to "check" on him and not Drakken.
"Let's see, let's see," Stoppable said to himself in a low tone. "Door won't open. Smart move, Ron… Clock! Maybe I can make a bomb or…something… Fuck."
Ron sighed and leaned against the wall, still holding his right hand tightly.
Wait a minute!
He grinned evilly and took a step back. Facing the door he closed his brown eyes, still smiling. He could protect himself. Ron had just been scared to do so, that's all. He had forgotten everything because of all these distractions. And now that his confidence had suddenly crawled back into his chest, nothing could stop him. Well, Drakken and Shego could possibly take him on, but Ron wasn't going to think negatively about anything at that moment.
"Master Sensei, you were right. Being the Monkey Master never goes away…"
A moment later, the door landed with a loud crash and crunching sound. Ron had hit it clear the cave wall, making a large crater-like hole.
"Ha."
Shego's eyes widened. The alarms were going crazy, signaling that Stoppable had escaped his little "retreat". That stupid "Monkey Master" shit was really starting to bother her. But Drakken didn't miss a beat. He pushed a large red button to his left and laced his fingers together once more.
Then there was silence.
"Dr. D, I think-"
"I'm well aware of what you think, Shego. Leave this up to me. Don't bother looking for him; he'll find us in no time."
Shego shivered at the sudden temperature change. "What makes you so sure?" Drakken sighed before turning to her. His eyes were tired as was his mouth, but he straightened his physic out before his henchwoman.
"I'm not sure. He's very unpredictable at times if you haven't noticed. He also obviously has an advantage with that Monkey-mumbo-jumbo power. We stay put. The guards will tire him out somewhat, and by the time he gets here we'll be ready."
"We can beat him, right Drakken?"
He smiled and leaned back into that annoying chair. "Oh yes. We can. Physically, we can both overpower him. That's not the problem, though. Mentally and emotionally speaking is another story. I'll simply have break him down to his core and rebuild him up to what I see fit. …It's not impossible."
Shego wasn't so sure, but stepped away from the wall she had been leaning against for God knows how long. She then stepped behind the chair her boss sat in and blinked. So many different plans and machines and blueprints.
"That kid's going to be one fucked up loony when Drakken's done with him."
Finding his way around the cave was hard. Ron was barefoot, lost, and constantly fighting off Drakken's henchmen. How annoying. They all looked the same and fell twice as hard. It didn't help that he was hungry, either. There weren't any vending machines or snack bars anywhere. Ron was certain of this since he had been running throughout practically the whole cave for about an hour. Everything just resembled a carved walkway and light blue lights along the walls.
And then there was the occasional rat or two and the…bats.
Ron found it odd that neither Drakken nor Shego had appeared yet. He was equally worried that some giant beast/robot would pop out of nowhere and gut him before they came. Ron shivered as another gust of icy wind blew through him.
His feet were cut and bleeding, yes, but Ron was thankful that he lost feeling in them. Now he wanted to lose feeling in his limps and torso. Since the pajamas, or what was left of them, weren't exactly sheltering him Ron figured another five minutes would do it.
The pounding noise in his chest kept him going. His hair was flattened down with sweat and grime, and the bitter taste of blood was on his tongue. When Ron used to daydream in school about a real fight, he had imagined the pain and the different scenarios. Yet now that he was there in an actual fights (very serious fights) Ron didn't feel much of anything.
"Drakken!" Ron shouted, his voice echoing. "Where in the hell are you?!"
'The Mystical Monkey Powers', Master Sensei would say in a deep relaxed voice, 'is apart of you. You control it, Stoppable-san. It is your fears, joys, woes, and frustrations all rolled together. You are the only one who can control it. Do not stray from the path, Stoppable-san. If you do, find your way back.'
"I wonder where Drakken is," Ron said sourly, ignoring his master's voice in his head. He jumped onto a boulder sticking out on the side and looked around. No guards were in sight, though he could still here the few he had just encountered groaning and swearing a ways behind him.
"Oh, come on...Where is he? Damn it. I bet I'm completely lost now…"Ron decided to follow the lights on the wall. He had traveled all around the cave just by following the path, and there was only one main path in this part of the cave. As far as he could tell, the guards were coming from the direction in front of him, as did the rats that scurried past him. But Ron was still worried since he couldn't find the elevator he had shared with Shego not too long ago.
He jumped down and rounded a corner. The dim path lit ahead of him gave Ron some hope. He was scared of the dark shadows still, but was also aware that they were nothing compared to Drakken. The young man knew he was close to revealing where Shego and him currently were. He just knew. Maybe it was his power or his sense of direction. Or maybe he was just anxious and hopeful.
It didn't matter.
He was going to find Drakken and probably battle Shego in the process.
Only this time, Ron concluded, he would be ready.
A/N: Woo hoo! Thanks for the reviews! I feel special. :D Anyways, I just realized that 'Master Sensei' means 'Master Teacher/Master Master'. Boy, I feel smart. -- Thank you all for reading and those of you who are reviewing! I plan on updating "Real Emotion" at least once a week or so (depends on my schedule), and so please be patient.
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- TheDyingPain (Meh, I prefer it to "TheDyingSamurai")