Addictive

Prologue

It was a dark time at Middleton High School for female students. In halls and classrooms where the "frailer" sex had once ruled, a new wind was blowing. The predator struck swiftly from the shadows, allowing his nubile prey no chance for escape or rescue. No lone female was safe, that is if she held any pretension to attractiveness. Even in pairs, the more comely were set upon. And now, a whisper was growing that the vile one was gaining recruits.

I.

Kim Possible, the lovely, long legged, bouncing bottomed teen hero, tried to defend herself from the unexpected attack. It was hopeless. Without her long time partner to lend her at least moral support, she was doomed.

"Kim Possible! This is entirely your fault! Every last bit of it." Bonnie Rockweiler's nose was almost touching Kim's as the brunette cheerleader screamed at the cowering heroine. "Big hero! Big deal! What have you done to help us? Nothing, that's what."

The other luscious ladies of the cheer squad pressed close. Their muttered complaints were terrifyingly redolent of lynch mobs, and revenge.

"Yeah, Bonnie, you tell her." "All her fault." "She's the one that started him on this rampage." "We can't get him, maybe we should get her!"

Kim was confused. She had never been the focus of recrimination before, she had no experience. All her life people had thanked her, appreciated her efforts, and praised her. What could she do against this hostile group? Martial arts were out. And she had to admit, there might be more than a smidgeon of truth to their accusations.

Other groups of anxious girls pressed around the cheerleaders. Varied shouted questions assaulted the heroine.

"Have you seen what he did to Amelia? She's still in the nurse's office."

"Yeah, what about Annette? She hasn't been the same since."

Names and accusations flew through the air like feathers in a pillow fight.

"Your own friend, Monique!"

Kim turned in the circle of her capture, trying to settle on one accuser to begin her defense.

"Well, hero, what have you got to say for yourself?" sneered Bonnie.

"It's not my fault!" She cried weakly. "Well, maybe it's a little my fault, but how was I supposed to know?"

"You should have known, you've known him all your life." Growled Margaret, the auburn haired cheerleader.

The last nail in Kim's coffin of guilt came unexpectedly. Gentle Tara, sweet, blonde Tara, pushed forward. Sniffling and crying Tara attacked.

"Do you know, Kim, do you know what you did? He was such a sweetie, such a nice guy, and you…" Tara dissolved in tears as another curvaceous cutie comforted her.

Kim was wilting under the assault. "It's not my fault! I would never have believed..." her thoughts erupted, "I don't want to hear it. You flaming hypocrites."

Kim whirled and snatched Bonnie's shirt with both fists. Pulling her rival close,

"I know you Bon-Bon, tell me you didn't love it?" Kim shook Bonnie roughly, "Come on, tell me."

"Well, maybe..maybe a little." The brunette stammered in fear.

"A little?" Kim snarled.

"Ok, ok, maybe I got into it, but that still doesn't excuse…" Bonnie shut up as her head was rattled.

Throwing her nemesis aside, Kim turned on the crowd. "How many of you…"

The crowd began to break up as blushing females tried to sneak out of range. The other members of the squad were caught.

Kim glared, "All right. Who? Anybody he missed?"

Only the overweight equipment manager raised her hand.

Kim angry eyes began to glaze. "All..all of you?"

Some of the girls began to blush and look anywhere but at their leader.

Given a moment, Bonnie had regained her nerve and renewed her attack.

"It doesn't matter, Kim" she shouted. Lowering her voice, " Maybe we…maybeI liked it a little too much, but that still doesn't excuse you for starting him down this road."

Kim's small smile began to grow into giggles, joined by the others.

Bonnie frowned, "It's not funny, Possible, you're the one who turned a loser into Ronald Stoppable, the Middleton booty basher, the worst serial spanker in history!"