Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

The Hate That Fuels Us

January 18
Disclosed Government Facility

"How is she?" Director Scott asked the blonde teen.

"Fine. Rufus is comforting her." Ron replied with a sense of toughness in his voice. The last couple days had been probably the hardest he'd ever been through. No sleep, no food, no talking. That was all he felt. He and Kim lost people very dear to them. Though, Kim seemed to be taking it harder than he was.

After a second of silence, Michael sighed deeply. "Kid... I understand the pain you're feeling. Truly, I do. I have lost more people in this line of work than you know. The hardest part of this job... is you can't save everybody." The Director's voice was soft. Ron hadn't heard him speak with this tone before, it was kind of soothing.

Ron didn't answer. He just slouched back in his seat, with his arms across his chest.

"You two are too young... way too damn young to be experiencing this type of shit at such an early age. I wouldn't wish that upon my worst—

"Enough. I get it." Ron finally snapped, stating sternly before looking off to the side with a sorrow filled gaze. The director felt uncomfortable. Dealing with mourning people was nothing new to him, yes. But dealing with mourning teenagers? Who just lost people they loved due to violence? Now that was something he'd never had experience with.

The conference room was filled with nothing but silence for the next minute and a half. Which is long at all, but for them it felt like hours. They sat across from each other at the large table that could set easily a dozen.

"Let me ask you something Ronald," He stated as he stood up from his chair, "What do you think your friends would have wanted you to do?" He finished his question to the sulking teenager.

"Excuse me?" Ron's anger began to show through his words. "Do you think they would want you and Kimberly to just sit around, mope, and do nothing else while this absolute psychopath is out running around? Really? Do you really think they would want something like that?" The Director's voice instantly shifted from calm to serious.

Ron's blood was boiling. He wanted nothing more than to punch the head of whatever the hell organization he ran. But deep down, he knew he was right. Maybe that's what pissed him off the most.

Ron silently stood up from his chair, and began to exit the conference room. "Stoppable." Scott said, stopping the teen right as he had grabbed the door handle. Ron partially turned his head to see him from the side of his gaze. "Eric Drakkman... is he really that important to Kim?" He calmly asked, finally getting the question free from his mind. Ron looked down at the door handle, then back up at the window on the door.

"You have no idea." He briefly replied, before letting go of the door. He turned around and faced the director. "It is just indescribable, the feeling she has for him. It's more than anger—it's more than hatred. The kind of emotions she feels for him turn her into a bloodthirsty animal, who wants nothing more than to beat him to death as violently as her body allows."

His words surprised the director. He had always seen stuff about the teenage duo on television or online and knew about the good they'd done. And not just with saving the world, but just how genuinely good people they were. So hearing such news about Kim, really threw him off.

"...I have seen sex traffickers, beat and torture women. I have seen and heard the murdering of innocent people in foreign countries by vile dictators. And I've even seen a person who wears a skull on his chest and kills other killers. But Eric..." Ron stopped, and looked off to the side. Michael Scott could tell that talking about Eric bugged Ron.