Evolution: Middleton Monster

Prologue

By Noveler00

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the characters of Kim Possible or X-Men Evolution, so don't sue you won't get much. I write fanfics for the pure enjoyment for all, without any profit. Enjoy.

AN: I thought long and hard about the powers I would be giving the characters of KP. One of the challenges was that many mutants start showing signs of their powers around 13-15, some sooner, some later. I couldn't just outright give them powers when the characters are more than halfway through high school without any signs of development. That was my second challenge, how could i give the characters powers that would seem like an everyday thing for them. So, the KP characters have used their powers for quite sometime now, but they are completely oblivious that they have them and that they are using them.

A cool autumn afternoon, the Middleton High football team was out practicing on the field getting for the upcoming game this weekend. The cheer squad was out practicing as well, honing their rallying cries with high spirits. If there was such a thing as too much spirit, their mascot; the Middleton Mad Dog, represented it.

Ron Stoppable held the honor of dawning the Middleton Mad Dog attire. With his own added effect, Ron brought out the true essence of the creature. Ron shook the head of the mascot violently, splattering the foam oozing from its mouth on anyone close by, sadly enough the cheerleaders.

The cheerleaders stopped their practice and glared at their rampaging mascot, beaming their anger toward him. The creature eventually stopped when he realized that the rest of the squad had stopped. He turned to find they're glares, it was like staring into a cobra's eyes and he was the meek little prey.

"Ron," called Kim whose glare was equal to the rest of the girls, "maybe you should take a break."

"Uh, right," replied Ron as he cowered away from the angry girls. He managed to get to a save distance away from them the girls.

Since Ron wasn't permitted to express his mad dog essence, he settled in just watching the girls do their sheer routine. It was a rather mesmerizing show, fitting the regional champions of last year.

Suddenly, WHAM! A football Ron knocked to his knees after being struck in the head. It didn't take Ron long to find the football. Taking off the mascot headgear, he picked up the football and looked to the field. Ron saw Jason, the team's second string quarterback and Jeff, the center lineman both laughing holding their guts.

"Eh-he nice pass," said Ron with a light tone. "Next time let me know and I'll catch it." Ron threw the ball back to them. It wobbled as it soared through the air falling not even half the distance to the two players. Their laughter's grew as Jason pointed at Ron while Jeff fell on his back.

The laughter was a wound to Ron's ego, but he didn't let it discourage him. He made them laugh, and laugher is always good medicine.

Ron looked down at the mascot headpiece. It took the brunt of the impact, which kept him from any serious injury. It had some minor damage despite the hard impact, but nothing he couldn't repair with the mask kits he owns. He took it with him to the bench, with a heavy sigh he sat down. He leaned back planting his hand on the other edge of the bench and rolled his head over to the girls. He watched, spellbound by the cheer squad's enthusiasm and spirit. Although a cheer routine wasn't exactly a graceful dance, Ron didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, Rufus," called Ron before looking down at the naked mole rat that had just scampered on to his lap. The small creature looked up at him giving a look of concern.

"It wasn't that bad," said Ron. "They were just having a little fun. It didn't hurt." He was defending the actions of the two players throwing the football at him. Rufus planted his fore paws on what would be his hips looked at him with disbelieve.

"Ok, so it did hurt," said Ron rubbing his neck. The football struck the mascot headpiece, which threw it in the opposing direction craning his neck. Rufus scampered up Ron's shirt to his shoulder so that he could help his owner rub out the strain in his neck. Ron stopped him before he could start and brought him back to his lap. "Its okay buddy."

Rufus looked up at Ron feeling pity for him.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm ok with it."

Rufus put up his paws and started jabbing the air and shuffling his feet, doing his best imitation of a boxer.

"Look at the size of those guys," exclaimed Ron throwing and arm out the players on the field. "They're huge. I know a lot of it come from the padding, but look at them. They're muscle-bound he-men. Besides when have you known me to be the fighting type?"

Rufus thought about it for a moment, and then he hunched over and hung his fore legs out as far as he could and let them dangle. It was a crude imitation of a monkey.

"Hey," replied Ron, "that's different. Monkey Fist has it out for me. I had to defend myself."

Rufus suddenly did a roundhouse kick, but ended up landing on his back.

"I barely remember how to do that stuff," said Ron referring the mystical monkey powers he temporarily gained with their first encounter with Lord Monkey Fist. "I guess if I practiced it a little I might remember a few moves, but you know with school, cheer practice, and missions…"

'Beep, beep-beep, beep!' came the unmistakable tone of the Kimmunicator, interrupting Ron's conversation with Rufus. Ron quickly looked around for its origin, finding coming from Kim's backpack not too far from him. Ron went over to her backpack and didn't hesitate to reach in and pull it.

"What up Wade," called out Ron with his usual glee.

"Hey Ron," greeted Wade. "You two still in practice?"

"Yah. Let me get Kim." Ron quickly turned to the cheerleaders, "Hey, Kim!"

Ron's sudden outburst startled Kim in the middle of the routine. Fortunately, they were all on the ground, but they were close to each other. Bonnie ended up slamming her pom-pom into Kim knocking to the ground and in the other cheerleaders behind her. Ron could only watched and cringe as the domino effect put more than half of the girls on the ground.

"What is it Ron?" asked Kim bracing herself on the ground glaring at him with discontent along with the other girls.

"It's Wade," squeaked Ron as he tried hiding as much of himself behind the Kimmunicator in fear of his physical well-being.

"Does this mean cheer practice is over," asked Bonnie, with her usual insolence placing her hand on her hips.

Kim picked herself up and went over to Ron, almost snatching the Kimmunicator from his hands.

"What's the sitch, Wade," asked Kim expressing her natural cheeriness. Her irritation toward Ron had stopped there; she was never one to let her negative emotions pass over from one person to the next. Although she shouldn't mad at Ron, he was being himself. She was more irritated at the fact he was disrupting the cheer practice. Ever since Ron joined the squad, they have had their ups and downs.

"Monkey Fist," replied Wade. "He's gone around the world taking endangered animals off of wild-life preserves."

"I thought he was all about becoming the Monkey King."

"Yah," replied Ron, "what does he want with other animals that aren't monkeys."

"I can't tell what he's doing with the animals," said Wade, "but maybe you can ask him yourself." A topple-graphical map suddenly replaced Wade's image with a red dot placed just off the center. Wade's voice still continued over the image, "One of the animals he took had a sub-dermal homing device implanted into it for research purposes. The researchers gladly gave me the homing frequency in hopes that the animal could be returned."

"So, where's he at," asked Kim.

"You're not going to believe this," said Wade as the map rotated turning the flat map into a three-dimension map. The image looked strikingly familiar to Kim, but she quickly recalled the image.

"Mount Middleton," said Kim.

"He's working with someone," interjected Ron with a deep plain voice and squinted eyes.

"How do you know that," asked Kim.

The deep voice quickly disappeared and his face returned to normal as he replied, "Mount Middleton isn't the kind of place he hang out at. It's usually some jungle temple or shine dedicated to monkeys or something. He would even settle for a musty old castle, but not Mount Middleton. He's working with someone?"

"Ron's got a point," replied Wade.

"But who could he be working with," questioned Kim.

"Hello, Kim!" called out Bonnie with her usually discontent. "Practice?"

Kim quickly turned to Bonnie when she called out. Bonnie's stance hadn't change since Kim started talking with Wade, except that she added a light tap of her foot fueled from her impatience. Kim knew she wanted an answer, 'Is practice over?' Kim hung her head in defeat, letting her hair flow over covering any recognizable feature of her face. Kim was hard-pressed on getting the squad as good as they can get. They were already good, some would even contest that they didn't need to practice. She finally let out her hand still holding a pom-pom waved it off them, signaling that, 'Yah, practice was over.'

"We'll pick it again tomorrow," added Kim picking up her head throwing her hair back to the way is was. She heard a few criticisms from the squad as they left, none of them were too eager to waste away another afternoon. Kim quickly turned to Wade, "How soon can you get us a ride?"

"ETA, 20 minutes," replied Wade.

"Please and thank you."