RFSP episode #104
Final Stand
Synopsis: After the AGA invasion of Nexton, Chris and the kids flee and are forced to go into hiding indefinitely. Davenport successfully captures everyone else from South park and Nexton, including Unit 14, and the EOH 11th graders. Davenport is now extremely close to completing his search for Chemical Z. And as if things weren't bad enough, Stan now has a difficult choice to make: Wendy Testaburger or Bebe Stevens? But in the end, all the kids want to know is…who is Eric Cartman's real mother?
Final Stand
Chapter 1-Escape
A/N: And we're finally here everyone! The first chapter of the conclusion to the 4 part RFSP premiere! I hope you enjoyed everything so far!
And the usual disclaimer: I own nothing related to South Park that appears in this story. I only own my OC's.
And so I now present Chapter 1 of RFSP episode 4!
The black robot continued its threatening march towards the kids. With every step it took, they couldn't help but think that it was all over.
"What the hell is that thing!?"
The robot laughed evilly and swung his spatula weapon at the kids, who all immediately dodged out of the way.
"I swear this thing looks somewhat familiar!"
"It's a tall black robot you dumb Jew!" Cartman retorted. "Where the hell could we have seen this thing!?"
Kenny attempted to fight the robot by jumping up and kicking him back a few steps. Kenny's fighting didn't last very long, as the robot ultimately came out on top. Just when it was about to deliver a final blow to all of them, out of nowhere, Chris' car zoomed in and rammed into the robot, successfully demobilizing him temporarily.
"Get in!"
The kids hurriedly filed into the car and Chris floored the accelerator and sped off.
"Oh thank God you kids are alright!"
"Dude where the hell were you!?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah sorry I lost you and Ike back there."
"That robot almost killed us!"
"Kenny was probably about to die!"
Kenny face palmed at Cartman's comment.
"Yeah thanks for saving us, that was pretty close."
"But why did that robot look kind of familiar?"
"I don't get it…." Stan tried to figure it out. "I would think that whatever that thing was would be one of those new guys Davenport hired, but we've never seen that thing before! What does it want with us!?"
("Hmmm…I wonder…did anyone else notice the robot's head?")
"Yeah it looked kind of puffed up!" Butters answered. "Like it was a, uh, a hat or something!"
"I got nothing there."
"We can call Mystery Inc. later, but right now we need to drive!" Chris stated.
"Well where are we going?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that the nine of us are going into hiding indefinitely. By now Davenport's already captured everyone else from Nexton and South Park, possibly the entire county as well. But it's vital that we're never found. I'm responsible for you kids now, and we're leaving. I don't know where were going, but were probably never coming back."
("But Chris I'm immortal! Why wouldn't Dylan-.")
"Dylan's orders. Strict and specific orders. Things have really gotten out of hand now and even with your ability, Dylan wanted you and your friends to be safe."
"But what about Dylan!? Or the rest of the 11th graders!?"
"We don't try to contact them. They're over there and they're handling it. Our operation and Unit 14 have plenty of experience; they'll know what to do. Hopefully this'll all work out and we can go back."
"But what if they get captured too?"
"Even if the AGA manages to defeat them, he still can't undo the lock on Chemical Z without you kids. Whether he fails or not, he can't succeed without you kids. That is why we're not going back and why we make zero contact with any of them. I would imagine Unit 14 has destroyed their earpieces by now."
"So…that's it? We're on our own?" Stan asked.
"That's it."
A sense of sadness and despair could be felt by the group.
"Oh hamburgers…cooked medium rare…."
"So we're just going to drive around forever?" Kyle asked. "What about gas? Food? Water?"
"Dylan had always saved up his money he earned from being in The Agency for something like this. It's in the trunk."
"How much?"
"About two million dollars."
"Whoa dude!"
"That's not all of it though. Dylan hid most of the rest of his cash from The Agency in different spots all around the country. I have a list of them in case we run out of what we have with us."
"Where are we now?"
"Whispering Elm. We'll be out of the county in about 25 minutes I hope. If we can at least get out of the county, we should be safe. But I need all of you to promise me-no, swear that you're not going to try to contact any of them."
After a while, and very reluctantly, all but Wendy say "I swear" one-by-one.
"Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on!?" Wendy asked.
"In a nutshell: The guy I'm staying with is a douchebag that couldn't tell us a secret to save us all early on." Kyle answered. "And Cartman's mom isn't his mom."
"This again?"
"For one part. Ready to hear the whole thing?"
Several minutes later, Wendy knew the whole story.
"And so now here I am trying to protect eight kids with my life, while Unit 14 is hopefully resolving this." Chris told Wendy.
"That's…quite a lot."
"Now you need to swear that you're not going to attempt any contact with anyone else OK?"
"I swear"
"Thank you."
"Where are we now?"
"About 20 minutes away from entering South Carolina. We're stopping at the first exit we see that has a hotel."
"So does that mean were getting one hotel room for all nine of us?"
"Yes."
"Oh no!" Cartman retorted. "I am not sharing a bed with Jew boy, Poor boy, and Butters!"
"Just suck it up Cartman." Kyle replied.
"What time is it?"
Chris looked at the clock on the car radio. "2:17 A.M. We'll sleep at a hotel for a few hours, but we'll need someone to be awake at all times to be a lookout. We'll take hour long shifts."
Another 25 minutes later, Chris got off of the interstate and got onto an exit. He looked around for a few minutes until he found a Days Inn and pulled into it. A few minutes after checking in, the group entered a room with only two beds. Although it was a bit squished, especially since Chris was bigger than the others, they managed to get four in each bed; with the last being on lookout duty. Butters took the first lookout shift, and Stan took the last shift.
"That robot…just who the hell is that guy?" Stan thought to himself once it was his turn to be lookout. Outside, the sun had fully risen and it was almost Noon. "Davenport got five of our enemies to help him…but who are they? We know one is Trent Boyett and now we know another is Scott Tenorman. Could that robot be one of them? And who are the other two?" Stan sighed. "Everyone's in danger and Chris expects us to just run and hide? What does that achieve?" Stan narrowed his eyebrows a bit. "I don't care if I swore to Chris I'd stay with him. Everyone we know is in danger and so are our families. First chance I get, I'm hitchhiking back."
Stan started waking everyone else up. Cartman woke up to find Butters hugging him in his sleep, to which he responded by slapping his hands off of him.
"Is it time to go already?" Kyle asked as he tried to wake up.
"After I wake up a bit, were leaving." Chris answered.
Back in Nexton, the AGA had built a maximum-security prison-like fence around all of Nexton, complete with guard towers and everything. Inside, Davenport had everyone from South Park, Nexton, and any tourists that came for the tournaments locked up in jail cells of some sort that only contained a sink and a toilet in each. The jail area was above ground and outside and contained the entrance to the AGA's underground base, where Davenport planned to use the drill to look for Chemical Z. Several AGA goons milled about the prison area. Unit 14 had evaded capture for the time being, but a third of the EOH 11th graders had already been caught. Over at one of the cells, an AGA goon was unsuccessfully trying to extort some information out of Gerald on Kyle and Ike's whereabouts, and what he said in the end only made Sheila cry harder than she already was.
"For the last time, I don't know where my kids are!" Gerald snapped at the goon. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you!"
"Fine then." The guard replied. "I guess we'll just send out some of the bounty hunter division to find them."
"What!?"
The pain of missing their kids was even harder with Kenny's family, especially his young and, at that current moment, very frightened sister.
"Why would Kenny have just left us like that?" Kevin wondered.
"That's not like him at all." Karen said in between sniffles and tears.
Kenny's parents had a seemingly bigger issue on their hands though.
"Stuart, I need to talk to you." Kenny's mother whispered to him.
"What?"
"It's about Kenny. I think the curse we got from that damn cult meeting might be wearing off."
"Whoa, really?"
"Kenny jumped off the roof of the hotel last night remember?"
"Yeah so?"
"I'm not sure if he came back though. I haven't seen him since."
"What do you mean he didn't come back?"
"Once Kenny jumped off the building…I didn't give birth to him again last night!"
"What!?"
"You know that I always go into labor the night after, but I didn't. And I haven't seen him either."
"Neither did I."
Kenny's mom was now even more worried. "Oh Stuart do you think…he's not coming back this time?" she asked as she started to tear up.
In another cell a few rows down, Randy demanded he be released for about the umpteenth time.
"Let us out you sons of bitches!"
"I'd rather not get fired." A far off voice replied.
"Randy, you've been doing that for an hour now, you may as well stop." Sharon asked.
"If only I had a knife with me then."
"From the looks of it, I think these people were prepared for that."
Randy sighed. "I just can't believe Stan ran off like that though? What the hell was he thinking?"
What nobody noticed is that several feet away, six bushes got off the ground and started to slowly crawl their way through the prison area.
At some point the bushes passed by a cell containing Butters' parents. Linda was crying hysterically and Stephen was trying his best to somewhat comfort her, even though he was just as worried.
"There, there Linda I-I'm sure Butters is fine…wherever he is."
"He's all alone out there Stephen! And they said they were going to kill him!"
She kept crying and didn't stop when an AGA guard approached their cell door.
"The boss wants to see you."
"Forget it!" Stephen angrily replied. "If you let me see him, I'd give him a piece of my-."
"Not you, her."
"What!? What for!?"
"Oh you'll see." The guard smirked quite smugly as he unlocked the cell door, grabbed Linda by the arm, shut the door, and walked off.
The "bushes", which were actually Unit 14 and Sara in disguise, had stopped crawling for a little bit.
"Plan anyone?" Jessica asked.
"We sneak around a little more and destroy their defenses and guard towers and try to find the entrance to the base if we can." Dylan answered. "Once were in, we find Davenport and destroy the drill and end this whole thing. For now, I'm just glad Davenport hasn't found MY base yet."
20 minutes later, Chris and the kids were back on the road headed towards Atlanta.
"So where to now?" Kyle asked.
"Georgia. We'll most likely stop in Atlanta next." Chris replied.
"Isn't that like one of the largest cities in America or something?" Stan asked.
"Yes."
"Neat-o!"
"Don't get too distracted or anything. We're still running for our lives."
("Wouldn't they be waiting for us in a big city?")
"Not exactly. You see, Davenport would think we'd run to a small town in the middle of nowhere in order to evade them since it'd be easier to spot us in a big city. So were doing exactly what he wants us to do, but without him expecting it.
"Perfect" Stan thought to himself. "Once were there, I'll sneak away and hitchhike back."
Back in the AGA's underground lair, Davenport and his minions were working on the drill which, as Dylan explained earlier, was quite HUMONGOUS and was shaped like a large mining and digging drill.
"Hey you!" Trent Boyett called out to Davenport as he entered the room.
"Next time call me 'Boss'."
"I don't take those kinds of orders buddy."
"Well whatever, what did you want?"
"She is ready."
"Makesh? She is?"
"Yes. You might have to jog her memory a little."
The two left the room and walked towards a laboratory of some sort where Saddam Hussein and the black Darth Vader-like robot were waiting.
"Where's that ginger kid?" Davenport asked.
"He said training his army was more important than this."
"Well fine, screw him. He doesn't have to see this. Where's Makesh?"
"Right through there!" Saddam pointed to a door. "You should probably mention, I was once her lover."
The four stepped through a door into a dark and poorly lit room.
"Makesh? Makesh!"
Suddenly a red eye-shaped source of light turned on and was accompanied by some mechanical noises.
"Makesh! You're awake I see! It's been a long time since you last lived!"
A slight silhouette stepped into view, revealing that the red light was one of its eyes.
"So…how are you feeling?" Davenport asked the figure.
"Who…are you guys?" the figure asked in a sinister half human, half robot voice. "And who am…I?"
"Us? Why, were your new partners in evil!"
"But who…am I?"
"I know you don't remember anything but…your name is Makesh Alak Makarakesh." Davenport told the figure. "You were an Iraqi fugitive, a traitor, and had killed thousands of your people."
"Makesh…Makesh…that is my name?"
"Correct."
"Then who are…you people?"
"More about us later, but for now all you need to know is that we resurrected you to help us take over the world!"
"But why would I…want to take over the world?"
"That's exactly what you said on our first date!" Saddam told the figure.
"Date? But who…are you?"
"Saddam Hussein! Remember? During your time as a fugitive in Iraq, we had a secret relationship. We tried to make love, but you just weren't 'feeling it' for some reason, and then decided you were a lesbian!"
"Saddam…Hussein…lesbian…."
"This isn't working." Trent noted.
Davenport snapped his fingers. "I got it! Makesh! Do you see how this pen is purple?" he told the figure as he pulled out a purple pen.
"Yes but why…purple…purple? Why does purple make me feel…vengeful?"
The figure clutched its head and moaned. It was having flashbacks…of Wendy.
"Do you remember now?
"Yes…I do. I remember everything now. I must thank you for reviving me."
The figure finally stepped out into the light, exposing her entire body. Her body was half natural human body parts and the other half was made up of sleek robotic replacements of the ones Davenport wasn't able to recover. But the figure wasn't just one of those "Robot on the right side, human on the other" things. It was an interesting blend of the two kinds of parts with no particular pattern or consistency as to where one natural/robot part was in relation to where on the body the next part was and such. The figure sported one red glowing eye and one natural human eye. One of its arms had to be completely replaced as well and it still had the sinister half human, half robot voice.
"Now after all these years I can finally have my revenge on that little bitch!" She vowed.
As soon as the black robot saw her, he immediately had a flashback of some kind. The robot felt like he had once sung a song, or something, to the one standing before him.
"Is something wrong Chef?" Davenport asked the black robot as he began clutching its head.
"I'm not sure. I just had a…visual of some kind. Makesh…do I know you?"
Makesh stared at him for a second. "Funny…I had the exact same feeling about you."
Just then the door behind them opened up and a silhouette of Scott Tenorman stood in the doorway. "I'm here! What did I miss?" he snickered.
"Perfect! All five of my new admins are ready!" Davenport exclaimed.
Trent raised his switchblade. "Can I kill one of them now?"
"Patience child. You'll have your way soon enough." Davenport said as he left the room.
Trent turned around to face Makesh. "So…who the fuck are you exactly?"
Night had fallen when Chris and the kids finally arrived in Atlanta and attempted to get a hotel room.
"Can I help you?" the front desk woman asked.
"We need a room." Chris replied.
"For all nine of you?"
"We'll manage with only two beds."
"Sir…why do you have eight kids with you?"
"What's it matter to you?"
"It just seems a little odd."
"Just give us a room asshole." Cartman demanded, prompting Kyle to elbow him.
"Can we please just have a room?" Stan asked. "Were kind of desperate…and were loaded with cash!"
"What!"
"Uh, I mean-."
"Please lady!" Butters cut Stan off. "We really can't go anywhere else! We've been traveling all night and-."
"Were all a family!" Chris cut Butters off. "We have nothing to hide, I swear!"
"Fine." The woman reluctantly agreed. "But only if you let me get your parent's OK."
Suddenly Stan got an idea. An idea he hadn't used in years.
"We…don't have any parents."
"Excuse me?"
Kyle instantly realized what Stan was trying to do. "Our parents died in a car wreck last month and…we've been on our own ever since." Kyle sniffed and soon after, Stan, Kyle, Ike, and Butters all started crying.
Cartman recognized the idea too. "Why does everyone have to keep reminding us of something we don't have!?" Cartman moaned sadly as he started to fake cry and was soon joined by Chris, Kenny, Bebe, and Wendy.
"Ok, OK! I'm sorry!" the front desk woman frantically apologized. "Uh…I'll see what I can do. I'll make sure you poor kids get a room!"
As soon as she left, the group stopped fake crying.
"Jesus, that's the 13th time that's worked!" Stan exclaimed.
"Where did you get that idea from?" Wendy asked.
"Uh…nowhere." Kyle answered as the front desk woman came back with a handful of room keys.
"Here you go! Sorry to have troubled you!"
Later that night in their hotel room, Butters realized his lookout shift had ended, and started waking Stan up.
"Stan? Stan! Wake up!"
"Butters why are you waking-."
"It's your turn to be lookout. After you, it's Kenny's turn."
Stan got out of bed and Butters immediately climbed back into the bed.
30 minutes later, Stan was peering out the window of the hotel room, gazing out at the busy downtown Atlanta landscape.
"It's now or never." He thought to himself. "I'm going."
Stan slowly opened the door without waking anyone up. Right before he leaves, he walked over to the bedside table and left his phone on it. He left the room and quietly closed the door, tiptoed down the hall, and rode the elevator down to the lobby floor. Once he got out into the lobby, he looked for the front desk woman from earlier and speed-walked out of the building once he saw that she wasn't there. A few seconds later, Stan found himself out in the busy streets…alone. He abruptly stopped only a few seconds later.
"Wait, wait, wait…what the fuck am I doing!? If I go, that just puts us more at risk! For all I know, I'm the kid that's needed to break the seal on Chemical Z! Hitchhiking back would be suicide! But on the other hand…I still feel the need to go. I'll hitchhike somewhere, but not anywhere near North Carolina. It'll make the rest of them safe…then that's just it then. I don't know where I'm going, but I need to go somewhere to ensure the safety of everyone else…and Wendy. Just in case I am the special kid…then I have to do this for her safety."
With that new ideal in mind, Stan continued walking through the streets of nighttime Atlanta.
Back in Davenport's lair, Davenport was working on the drill when some of his minions entered the room with Unit 14 captured.
"Hey boss! I got something for you!"
"Well look what we have here!" Davenport exclaimed as he admired his victory. "How nice of you to join me! Not so super anymore, are you?"
"That doesn't matter!" Dylan retorted. "You may have brought us down, but you'll never win!"
"You'll never find those kids!" Jessica added. "Even we don't know where they are!"
Liane sighed. "Oh Eric…I'm so sorry…."
"Oh but I don't need to extort any information from you guys!" Davenport said as he pulled up a large digital computer screen with a map of America on it. "For I already have a pretty good idea on where they are!" The map displayed a little red dot over Georgia, indicating Chris' location. Davenport zoomed the camera in until the camera was pointing directly at the window of the hotel room Chris and the kids were in.
"What!?"
"NO!"
"They can outsmart you!"
"Chris can get them out of that!" Dylan retorted.
"That's right he could!" Davenport smirked evilly. "Unless you know, I send in one of my new admins to get them! TRENT!"
Trent and Darth Chef entered the room.
"Do I finally get my revenge now?" Trent asked.
"Close. The two of you round up some troops and go get our little friends. Bring them back here, then you can have your revenge."
"I'm on it." Trent replied as he and Darth Chef left the room.
"Nooo!" Jessica cried out.
"You bastard!" Terrance yelled. "You ruthless bastard!"
"You better not lay a finger on them!" Dylan snapped.
"Oh but of course I wouldn't!" Davenport added. "After all, I need them to open Chemical Z for me!" he continued as he left the room laughing maniacally.
Liane began to cry as some guards escorted Unit 14 out of the room.
A/N: Only three more chapters left of the 4 part RFSP series premiere!
So what did you think of this one? All reviews are appreciated, but no flames please! :)