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THE BROKEN ONE
Enemy of my Enemy
By Violent Vi

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Ron Stoppable was nothing but a failure.

The beep of a monitor told Ron everything he needed to know.

He had spent enough time in the ER to know that the scent was a combination of the antiseptic and the institutional soap the hospital used to launder the sheets.

He did not want to open his eyes and confirm his guesses.

In another life, the staff would be fawning over him since Kim’s mother was one of the elite surgeons at the hospital. Now they would probably exile him to the neuropsychiatry department and throw away the key.

If they knew he was conscious, they would send a head shrinker in to analyze him. Even to lie, one had to remember the truth. NO matter what, if he had to talk, he would have to remember the truth of what happened that day.

No fucking way!

Besides he knew he belonged here. He had killed Rufus. He had stole money from his parents. He ran away from home. He started playing with heroin. He had tried to commit suicide.

He would not be surprised if the Middleton Police Department were waiting to haul him to the county jail the moment the doctors pronounced him fit enough to be shipped.

Seeing no better option, Ron just feign sleep as someone checked his pulse. He heard some scribbling or more correctly the sound of the pen dragging over paper. Two minutes later, he heard a cart rolled out of his room.

Another session avoided.

Ron listened for clues.

The handcuff on his wrist told him that he would soon be transferred to jail. Being chained up by villains was an occupational hazard but this was the first time cops had cuffs on him. From his experience, villains were taken to the 6th floor emergency room just under the helipad. It was harder, but not impossible to escape or at least get away long enough to jump off the helipad.

The problem was that he would only get one chance to run. If he made a wrong turn, the cops and hospital security would be on him. Unlike Shego, Ron did not have plasma powers to blast his way through walls.

Step one...get out of the cuffs.

Step two...run to the roof.

Step three...jump.

Simple in concept, but Ron needed intelligence. He needed to know just how many cops were outside his door. He needed to know where the room was in respect to the fire escape.

However there no time to figure out all that.

Ron took a deep breath. He recalled what Master Sensei taught him in his short time at Yamanouchi.

Surrender to your inner mind and you will be unbreakable, untouchable, unreachable, unstoppable.

Ron started violently hacking up and throwing his body around like he was having a fit.

The cop immediately entered the room.

It was a rookie who was not smart enough not to come close.

Ron swung his arm and clocked the cop perfectly in the ear. The cop went down. The cop groaned so Ron rained down blows until the cop was silence.

Ron grabbed the keys and uncuffed himself from the bed.

Ron looked around for clothes but there was none.

Ron looked down at the officer. There was no movement.

He who was once Ron stopped caring anymore. The pig could be alive or dead...it did not matter. They weren’t going to bring him back alive. He who was once Ron took two stepped back and kick the officer in the neck. There was an audible crack.

Ron Stoppable was a dead man. He who was once Ron didn’t give a shit.

Twenty minutes later, a Middleton Police Officer got into a cruiser and smashed the video camera with his expandable baton. It was not planned but instinctive.

Act like a cop. You are a donut eating Middleton Police Officer.

The cop got on the highway. A silver, brand new Ford Mustang GT speed by not seeing him. It looked familiar, but Ron could not place it. However it was speeding and would probably pull over when he blipped his lights and siren.

He stepped on the accelerator and activated his lights and siren. The mustang pulled over. He took a deep breath. He grabbed the box of shotgun shells and the shotgun. Ron dropped as many shells as he could into his pockets. He took the shotgun and got out of the car.

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“Shit.”

Bonnie Rockwaller cursed.

She had just got the car the week before prom. She was still only testing it out for its capabilities. Yesterday, she managed to talk two police officers into giving her a warning instead of a ticket.

Remember be nice and pleasant. Smile and put on the charm.

Bonnie reached to the other seat and grabbed her registration and insurance paperwork. She then grabbed her driver’s license put all three on the dash and put her hand on the steering wheel so the officer won’t be so itchy on the trigger finger.

Suddenly the police officer pushed her to the passenger seat. A shotgun was tossed in the back and the police officer started driving.

“Put on your seat belt and keep your hands on the dash.”

Bonnie wanted to snap back but she could see the black semiautomatic pistol in the officer’s right hand as he shifted.

“If you don’t do what I say, you will end up with two rounds in the head, cunt.”

Bonnie looked over, but before she could, the police officer whacked her in the face with the back of his hand. She felt the muzzle of the pistol at her temple.

“I fucking dare you to look at me. I double dare you to fucking look at me one more time. You lying cunts are all the fucking same. You probably don’t work one day in your life. Daddy probably gave this to you. You think daddy’s going to save your slutty ass. Think again, whore.

“I was fucking accused of rape by a lying slut just like you. I killed a cop earlier this morning so I have nothing to lose, bitch. Do you understand why I’m a desperate man? Do you understand why if you fuck with me one more time I will not hesitate to ventilate your pathetic excuse for a brain all over the interior of your daddy’s gift to such a bitch like you? I don’t want you to say a damn thing unless I ask a question.”

Bonnie kept her head down as the car made its way down the highway. She was weeping but valiantly trying to keep it quiet so the monster won’t have an excuse to keep her quiet by killing her.

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He who was once Ron was terribly hungry. He needed clothing, money, food, and fuel. He needed a plan. He needed to get rid of his whimpering passenger before her moans pushed him over the line. He needed something else...he did not know what but she was the key to finding what he needed.

It was amazing what one moment could do to a man. Three weeks ago he was a meek, kind boy. Today he was a hardened cop killer who shed all the rules and conventions that weakened him.

First he had to shed his identity as Ronald Dean Stoppable. That was a loser’s name. That was the name of an unlucky boy who was dumb enough to believe that some Miss Goody Two Shoes loved him. She only used him to dispose of her virginity. When she was caught, Kim Possible had no problem accusing him of rape.

So Kim Possible was on the top of his list.

Mr. Possible came next.

Killing the Possible family would be a great way to let punish Kim for her bitchiness.

He would kill the Stoppable’s just because they made Ron weak.

However he needed to shed himself of any tracking devices that Kim and Wade planted on him. Wade might be an enemy.

The authorities are enemies. He killed a cop and so he did not expect mercy. They will kill him now or do it legal like in a decade via lethal injection like a stray at the animal shelter. That is no way to go. If the cops surrounded him, he would go out in a blaze of glory.

First things first...You need a new identity.

He looked in the cop’s wallet.

Richard Steven Barkin.

Okay, I am Richard, call me Dick.

Dick smiled. The name was fitting. It was his dick that got him in all this trouble.

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Bonnie Rockwaller was dozing when her captor woke her up by tapping her in the forehead with the muzzle of the shotgun.

“What’s your name?”

“Bonnie...”

“Bonnie, what a fitting name...Ever heard of Bonnie and Clyde? Well we are going to start your outlaw career. You will be famous...or infamous. Here is your tool. You will rob that liquor store. I will accompany you. If you weasel out, I will kill everyone in the store. Here...two rounds. You will be in my sights at all time.”

“But...”

“Where you ever in drama club? No you were probably one of those cheerleading types. Wearing less clothes than a honest street walker. Well this is your chance for an academy award winning performance.

The madman tossed the pistol at her feet.

“Wipe your tears and put on your game face. You will shove that gun up the cashier’s nose. You will make the cashier hand you all the cash, lottery tickets, a couple lighters, some cigarettes...Marlboros or Camels...no menthols. You will make the cashier bag up plenty of food and you will walk the cashier back to the car. You will have the cashier load the car. And then you will march the cashier back. There you will blow the brains all over the camera. If you fail me in any way I will make you hurt so bad that you will beg for me blow your brains out with twelve gauge double ought buckshot.”

The mad man racked the shotgun.

Bonnie Rockwaller was trembling when she picked up the pistol. She never held a pistol in her life. According to the marking it was a GLOCK 22 made in Austria. There were no levers, just a trigger.

“Just put the end with a hole against the target and squeeze the trigger. It’s just a point and click tool.”

Bonnie walked into the store knowing that she had no choice. Either way she could never be Bon-Bon, social queen bee of Middleton High or even a ballet dancer again.

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“Good girl. That’s good. Now hand me the pistol.”

Wordlessly Bonnie handed the monster the pistol.

“See that was easy. Right now you feel bad because they conditioned you to feel bad. You believe that you will have nightmares about this for the rest of your life. That is a lie. You will only have nightmares until you throw off the shackles they put on you.”

Bonnie trembled afraid that he will now kill her.

“You don’t know what you feel. You were brought up to be daddy’s little princess, Bonnie. You were not taught to be self reliant. You were not forced to confront yourself and your inadequacies. Now it’s up to me to liberate you from the shackles they placed on you.”

“I had to kill myself before I could throw off my shackles. Since then I have become someone else...someone who does not need their rules. You too are on the same journey.”

Bonnie wondered what other things this monster would do to her. She had no where left to go. He ensured that when he had her kill the clerk on camera. She would be almost as wanted as he was.

But it’s not my idea.

However the old Bonnie died along with the clerk.

“Good, I see you made the same decision. We have things to teach one another, Bonnie Rockwaller.”

She looked up and saw the face of the monster responsible for all this.

She saw the face of Ronald Stoppable.

The vacant expression was gone. The innocent bubbling follow Kim attitude is gone. All that was left was determination.

“Call me Dick. Ron Stoppable died the moment that Kim Possible lied. You were right...Ron Stoppable was nothing but a loser and Kim was a fraud.”

“Now what?”

“Simple the enemy of my enemy is my friend until proven otherwise.”
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