The Corruption Chapter 1, a south park fanfic

Beginning Notes:

All French words are in italic and translations are in the top and bottoms notes

Merdi - Shit
Tu fils de pute - You son of a bitch
Oú - Where
Tu- You ( it's rude the way Christophe uses it because he's using non-formal way of saying you instead of the formal way [vous])
Fête - Party
Ami - Friend
Comprendre - Comprohend

I would really appreciate some constructive criticism!

The party was much like the dozens of others Gregory had attended over his short seventeen years. The typical socialites and debutantes crowd the ballroom, chattering about the shallow lives and interests they share. Gregory never liked these parties, the ones that made the materialistic life they all led so much more apparent and insufferable. Music from the orchestra in the far right of the room filled the emptiness in the room as servers dove through the crowds offering beverages and small snacks. The whole scene bled upper class narcissism.

Smoothing back his blonde locks, he leaned against one of the many priceless sculptures in the mansion. At least he could subtly hide away from the party like this; although soon enough someone was going to find him and force him into the same ritual he had to repeat every party. Smile, laugh, charm, and disappear, just like always. He could be social when he wanted to be, but the simple task of following the conversation was hard enough. Acting like he was interested in whatever superficial chat they were engaged in was tiring after continuously doing it for hours. He had no idea how everyone managed to carry on such meaningless conversations for so long without being tempted to jump off a bridge.

A gentle hand grazed his shoulder. His parents stood to his left; his mother wore an exasperated expression, she asked in a voice coated in honey and venom,"Dear, why aren't you mingling with the rest of us? It's not everyday you get a break from your studies and lessons.". He could see the crows feet slowly creeping itself onto her eyes, no amount of make up will hide her obvious replied with a tone matching her, "It's nothing mother, I was just feeling a bit dizzy with the air in here."

His father put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, hard. "You should really circle through the crowds son. There are some lovely young woman who I know would love to make your acquaintance."Gregory brushed the hand of his shoulder and said, "I'm afraid I'm not in the mood tonight father." Blue met blue as the two stared each other down. He knew that his father knew that he didn't fancy these air headed woman, or any women for that matter. Yet he still retained this foolish hope that someday one of these bumble headed girls would make him change his mind, but no amount of alcohol and bribes in the world will fool Gregory into desiring the opposing gender.

His father cleared his throat, "Well why don't you have a breath of fresh air outside then? A change of scenery might refresh you later on for the final toast.". He was right, some time away from all of this could help him look slightly less annoyed during the final toast where whomever who is throwing this bash will ramble on for half an hour how grateful he is to be surrounded by his true 'friends'. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, I'll see you then."

Satisfied with his answer, his father wrapped his arm around his mother and they dissipated into the crowds. Gregory didn't see the appeal in their marriage, it was a hoax. They didn't truly feel love or affection for each other, they weren't even faithful to each other. His father fucked some empty headed bimbo almost everyday, and it was no secret that his mother fooled around with her personal 'servants'.

Quietly exiting the party, Gregory wandered through the empty halls looking for the backdoor. He scanned the walls decorated with pictures and trophies in hunting, there were several pictures of the host displaying dead animals, and many of the animals, he noticed, were endangered species. Polar bears, Tigers, Pandas, Rhinos, even Elephants were proudly displayed throughout the halls. There were fur rugs lining every corridor and tusks mounted on walls as if it was some kind of lip curled in disgust, what a vile act of power, any idiot could shoot a gun, it took a pure imbecile to demonstrate it with vacuous feats.

He could barely remember the name of the host, was it Marcus? Or maybe Maximus? Whoever he was clearly had little mercy towards animals, but it was unlikely that he would see the consequences to his actions like the majority of the people who populated their crowds. It was known that enterprise owners didn't always stick to legal means of production, but few people could stop them with their army of lawyers and built in was things like this that made Gregory dread taking over the family business, he wasn't above using illegal methods, but he would much rather be infamous for them.

Gregory dragged his feet down several halls and corridors until he found a glass door leading to the back garden. The night air cooled his skin upon contact as he shut the door behind him. The air was refreshing compared to the heavy stench of champagne and perfume that coated the ballroom. Despite the all the madness that surrounded him, he lived for these small moments of peace in between.

Wandering through the garden, he found it was much bigger than he had anticipated. It was monstrously huge with fountains, hedges ironically shaped like animals, and ponds. He loosened his tie and shed his suit jacket as he settled onto one of the stone benches. Letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was keeping in, he laid down on his back and stared up into the pitch black sky. He would've been able to see the stars if it wasn't for the smog of the city.

Tension seeped out of his body as he slowly shut his eyes, who cares if he missed one toast? He doubted anyone would notice if he was missing anyway; too many things for them to worry about, like what colour helicopter will match their drapes.

The peaceful moment was cut short when he heard something shuffling near him. His eyes flew open and he unholstered the gun he kept tucked into the waistband of his boxers. Already on his feet, he was silent, straining his ears to catch any noise. There was another shuffle, but it wasn't loud, and it sounded odd. It was muffled and faint, like it was...below ground. It was becoming louder and louder, like it was going to jump out of the ground at any second. His position was tense, with his head bent down scanning ground around him. The sound repeated itself again and again with fewer lapses of silent between, until it was almost constant.

He really should have paid sharper attention to his surroundings, because he failed to see the ground crumble beneath his own feet. In a blur, he plummeted down the hole landing on something...soft?

Someone snapped,"Merde! What the hell?!" Scrambling to get upright, there was a tangled mess of limbs and cursing. Gregory eventually ended up straddling whoever the hell it was, and had his gun pressed into the side of the strangers neck. The hole was somewhat shallow, he noticed, and very dim. His eyes struggled to adjust to the minimal lighting, but eventually strangers shape and features came into focus.

He was actually quite young, almost Gregory's age, maybe a little older. His features were pleasant, he would of considered him handsome if he wasn't covered in dirt and grime. Clicking off the safety of his gun he asked,"Who the hell are you?". The strangers eyes fluttered, the shot wide open. His entire body jolted but tensely retracted once the barrel of dug into his neck. Blue met green as they stared each other down. "Who ze fuck are you?"

"I asked first." The mysterious person growled and shot out his right hand to grab something, this lack of support caused the both of them to topple onto their sides. They both struggled to top each other, with the mysterious party winning by elbowing Gregory in the stomach. Falling back, he felt a heavy weight crash on top of him. A rough hand took hold of his hair while a thin metal surface was placed upon his throat. His own hands were occupied, one pressing a gun squarely onto his assailant's heart, and the other gripping the wrist of the hand gripping his hair.

Looking up, he could see that there was a shovel placed at his throat, and he could better see the stranger with the moon illuminating his features. He could clearly see the sharp features that made his face seem all the more intimidating, and the strong green eyes that seemed to bore through him. "Who ze hell are you, tu fils de pute!" Gregory clenched his teeth and struggled against him, but only succeeded in having the grip on his hair tighten and the shovel pressed deeper onto his throat.

"I don't have to tell you shit.", he digged his gun harder into his chest to demonstrate his assailant growled and released his death grip on his hair, only to rip apart half his shirt.

He yelped,"The hell-?!" Digging his knee into the assailant's side, he struggled to get out of his grip. "Where ze hell is your wire?!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" His shirt was ruined with both sides torn terribly, and his buttons strewn about the night air was cold, his body was on fire from a mix of adrenaline and heat seeping off the assailant onto him. "Your fucking wire!Oú is it?"

"You can't find it because I'm not wearing one you pervert!" The weight on him eased up slightly, and the the death grips on him loosened. "Your not a bodyguard?" Gregory took the opportunity to kick him off, "Of course I'm not a bloody bodyguard!". Shooting up onto his feet, he angrily punched the Frenchman's right cheek, causing him to stagger back a few steps. Pointing his gun at him , he demanded, "Now who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" Rubbing his cheek he answered,"It ees best if you leave right now before tu become a casualty."

Narrowing his eyes he replied, "Answer the damn question before I put a bullet between your eyes." The man shrugged then said, "I'm here to kill the host of this fête.". Gregory raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?". The 'assassin' huffed and lit a cigarette he pulled from his back pocket. "Oui, is zat so hard to believe? Some extreme animal rights group hired me to kill him because he hunts endangered species or some shit."

Putting his gun down he smoothed back the blond locks that fell out of place during their 'scuffle'. "Oh, is that it then?" Tucking his gun back into the waistband of his pants, Gregory started to dust himself off. The 'assassin' raised a suspicious eyebrow at him," 'is that it'? Shouldn't tu be concerned for his ami well-being?" Gregory, more concerned in figuring out a way out of the hole nonchalantly replied, "He's not friend of mine, I can barely remember his name. This party was mandatory for me since I typically avoid such celebrations." Finding a steep slope to scale, Gregory climbed out of the hole with the Frenchman tailing behind. "So you are fine with it all? Not even going to try and stop me?"

Gregory turned around to face him,"Do you want me to try and stop you?". The assassin let out a long exhale of smoke in Gregory's direction, "A sane person would try to stop me." Gregory frowned at the awful smell,"Sanity is overrated these days. Your quick to lose it, and eager to pretend you still have it." The man put out his cigarette under his boot, "Wise words, now if you excuse me I have a contract to fulfill." Gregory watched as he walked away. The man turned around once to say, "You will speak nothing of this night, this never happened, and I was never here.Comprendre?". He simply nodded his head in agreement then walked the opposing direction to try and find an exit.

He wondered if he would ever meet the Frenchman again.

End Notes:

Sorry I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but I would really like some constructive criticism to improve my work!