Yay! My first Stenny story! I want to make this into one of the most memorable Stenny stories out there. Couples like Style, Kyman, Cutters, and Candy are pretty common so I'll try to balance it out. Anyway I'll work extra hard on this plot, so go easy on me when you review this. Stenny fans and all fans are welcome. Enjoy the read! Sincerely, AG07…

When there is life…there is also death. Since the time of creation, when one dies their soul goes to either heaven or hell. In the afterlife, everyone has their happy place to go to. But I can't die… So does that mean I have no happy place to go to? Perhaps there is no place for me in the world of the living or the world of the dead. My soul is everlasting… I am an immortal. It was my greatest gift but also my greatest curse.

I am Mysterion… I am the driving force that keeps crime out of South Park. Criminals flee before me while onlookers are inspired by my courage. And then there are some who saw me as a menace. It wasn't easy being a hero. Sometimes you put your life on the line, yet nobody appreciates you enough for it. People are either with me or against me. So in the night…I work alone. I trusted no one. My heart remains as hard as a stone. To top it off…nobody knew about the secrets surrounding me. A secret I've kept locked so no one would ever see. I guess you could say it was the secret to my success as a crime-fighter. It was a power. This power has haunted me my whole life. In a way, it's made me an outcast. Despite my inner-demons, I was a good person. As Mysterion, I brought it upon myself to help the citizens of this town.

It was a very cold night, the midnight-blue sky was teeming with many beautiful stars. A very large crowd had gathered around the Greenview Apartments and stood behind police tape while talking anxiously among themselves. Police officers were working nonstop to do their best to defuse the situation. At the center of it, Sergeant Yates stood with a loudspeaker and was trying to talk a jumper from wanting to leap off the roof of the building.

"Please sir… Nobody wants to witness you jumping off. I understand you're dealing with a lot of personal issues, but this isn't the answer. Come on down and I promise we'll help you," Yates' voice boomed through the loudspeaker.

A lovely blond woman with hazel-brown eyes took the loudspeaker next and began tearfully pleading. "Please Daniel, don't do this. I still love you! Our children need you! Dan, I still need you. Please don't leave us like this…just come back home!" Sadly nobody was able to convince the suicidal man from jumping and he still dangled dangerously near the edge.

While the wife fell evermore into despair, Sergeant Yates urgently approached Officer Mitch Harris as the situation was already becoming a matter of life and death. "Harris, can't we send someone in? Time isn't on our side here! I don't know how long I can keep stalling that jumper! We are trying to save a life here goddamn it!"

"We're unable to send anyone in, sir. The jumper keeps threatening to jump if anyone tries to enter the building," Harris hastily explained.

This was getting really difficult. Taking back the loudspeaker, Sergeant Yates attempted again to talk the suicidal man down. "Hey up there! Daniel is it? Okay Daniel, I really want to help you. We all want to help you so please don't let our efforts be in vain."

Still no response from the jumper who remained close to the edge of the building's rooftop. The man wouldn't budge. Onlookers were quickly falling into a panic while police officers tried to keep things under control. Sergeant Yates was running out of options, and the victim's wife was becoming an emotional wreck. That's when I appeared on the scene… Everyone gasped in awe while some were craning their necks or standing on tip-toe just to get a good look at me. However my attention wasn't on the crowd but instead on the problem at hand. With a determined scowl set in place, I firmly marched over to meet Sergeant Yates while clad in my usual vigilante suit.

Over the years my wardrobe hasn't changed much which consisted of a lavender-purple colored skin-tight suit, complete with a black belt, green gloves along with knee-length boots. My face was masked and I traded my outwardly worn underwear for a sexy black thong that hugged my smooth buttocks and showed off my muscular thighs. And lastly my head was covered with a hood along with a long flowing cape that blew in the breeze like wings. I was a bewitching sight to behold. Sergeant Yates and Officer Harris were relieved to see me arrive. The South Park PD had gained a lot of respect for me over the years.

"Ah Mysterion, good timing. We've got ourselves a major crisis here," began Yates, nervously tossing his cigarette onto the ground and stomping on it.

"Alright, what'll we got?" I asked. I was strictly business like always. I only go where I'm needed. Officer Harris wasted no time on filling me in.

"We've got ourselves a jumper on the rooftop of Greenview Apartments. The man's name is Daniel Rockwell. He's been up there for almost an hour. Never responds and won't listen to anyone. Mr. Rockwell's wife is over there."

I nodded my head while carefully going over the details in my mind. Looks like another lost soul needed some guidance. While busily going over the situation, that's when I spotted him again. From out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, dark and handsome young man pushing his way toward the front of the crowd. He had shimmering black hair like a raven's wing; dark blue eyes like the midnight-sky. This young man had his eyes on me… A look of admiration appeared on his face at once, followed by his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was no doubt my number one fan…Stanley Marsh. He's been watching me for some time now. I don't look in his direction because now Mrs. Rockwell was approaching me in desperation.

"Are you the one they call Mysterion? You must help my husband! He's been having serious problems lately, but I don't want to lose him like this. You've got to do something!" she pleaded. The poor woman buried her tear-stained face into her hands.

I was running out of time. There's only one right way to do this. Looking up at the rooftop of the building, it was time to deal with the real problem. Now I calmly walked pass the police-tape and everyone watched in amazement as I entered the apartment building by myself. It was a bold move but I knew what I was doing. People were either praising my courage or showing contempt for my recklessness. And in the distance, Stan watched as I went into action. After taking a long flight of stairs to the 10th floor, I stepped onto the roof to meet the jumper. Apparently I took Mr. Rockwell by surprise because he turned his head to see me standing there. He wasn't pleased to see me and in a panic, he dangled himself threateningly over the edge.

"Who are you? Stay away from me! Don't come any closer or I'll jump!" Mr. Rockwell sounded determined enough, but there was also fear in his voice.

Even as he gazed down at the streets below, he still kept a close watch on me. And soon enough my presence was starting to bother him because he threw me an angry frown. "Did they send you up here? You can't talk me out of this! It's too late for that. Now get out of here!" Mr. Rockwell hollered impatiently.

But I don't listen to him and instead walked over to the railing and leant over to enjoy the nice view of the starry night-sky from here. Even though I'm not paying any attention to him, I could tell that Mr. Rockwell was becoming curious about me being here. If I was going to help this poor man, I had to do it at his pace. After a minute or two, I finally spoke softly to the man.

"The view is nice up here. Is that why you've chosen this place to end your life? I understand how some people would like to die in a beautiful and peaceful place." Now I turned my head to look directly at Mr. Rockwell who clearly became agitated with me.

"What are you talking about? Why can't you just go away? Will you back off so I can jump and end it already?" With that, the suicidal man turned away and went back to nervously looking down at the streets below.

There was silence between us with the only noise being the blaring sirens and the chatter of people from down below. Then I came right out with it. "You're not going to jump," I told him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," I said defiantly to his face. "If you really wanted to jump, you would have done it already. But instead you're just standing there. Tell me, do I detect a little hesitation on your part?"

I've touched a nerve. At this point, Mr. Rockwell was angry. But it was important to provoke him like this. I wanted to bring out his emotions. That'll way I'll be able to connect with this poor unfortunate man better. It was how I dealt with helpless victims. It may sound harsh but I don't believe in sweet-talk.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Why can't you leave me in peace?" Mr. Rockwell complained.

I flashed the man an exasperated frown. "I am called Mysterion. And you are not at peace. Otherwise you wouldn't be hanging off from a building." Then my expression softened when I saw the hurt on his face, so then I gently asked him. "Why do you want to kill yourself?"

I had to keep this jumper talking. Hopefully I could distract him enough from wanting to go through with it. Mr. Rockwell was still wary of me which was understandable. After what felt like minutes, again I tried reaching out to the suicidal man. "You can talk to me. It's just you and me up here. And if this really is the last day of your life, what's the harm in talking with a stranger?"

As I hoped, I seemed to have gotten through to him because Mr. Rockwell was studying me closely. Maybe now he would try opening up to me. I leant up against the railing with my cape blowing gracefully in the wind. I didn't rush it; instead I waited patiently for his answer. Finally Mr. Rockwell spoke while his attention was still on the streets below.

"Just five months ago… I've been diagnosed with the first stage of Alzheimer's disease," Mr. Rockwell confided. "It's been horrible. All those doctor appointments, my family's heartache, and all the stress and depression. The worst part is that I can feel my memories slowly deteriorating with each passing day. It's frightening and I don't think I can handle it. I don't want to anymore."

I could hear the anguish in his tone of voice that my pity for him grew. Sounds like a poor man who has really lost his way. He was going to need my help more than ever. After hearing him out, I only had one question for him. "Does your family want you to die?"

Mr. Rockwell was caught off-guard by this. "What?"

"Will your death help your family? Are you saying they don't value your life? How will your death do them any special favors?" I threw Mr. Rockwell another angry scowl.

"How dare you! You think I wanted it to come to this? I love my family! I've spent my entire life taking care of my family but…but I can't get sick." Mr. Rockwell seemed to tear up and he was back to being business-like. "Enough of this bullshit! Nothing you say is going to change this. I'm going to end it now!"

Mr. Rockwell lifted a foot over the edge where screams and cries of panic erupted from below. I didn't lose my cool at all; in fact I was prepared for this. Softly as I could, I hoped my reasoning could bring this man back from the edge. "So you're really going to do it? You're going to let your wife watch you plunge to your death on the street?"

This snapped him back to reality because Mr. Rockwell was looking horrified by this. "What did you say? You mean Gail is down there?" He couldn't hide his concern, so I went ahead and told him.

"Yes Mr. Rockwell. I've met your wife. She's a beautiful woman but it's a shame that she'll be a widow soon. Think of all the men who loved to get their hands on her when you're out of the picture."

I knew I was pushing the envelope here a bit, but I needed to be honest. And it would help Mr. Rockwell realize what he was throwing away. He took a moment to think about this and that's when I finally lost my patience. Tossing back my cape in agitation, my gruff voice caused Mr. Rockwell to flinch as I really started coming down hard on him.

"How could you do this to your own family? Do you think they want you to die? They want you, they need you! Killing yourself is the most cowardly thing anyone can do! What's more, you still have so much to live for. You have a wife who has never stopped loving you and children who need their father to see them graduate, get married, and have grandchildren. Face it; you're not ready for death."

I wanted all of this to sink in Mr. Rockwell's mind. Hopefully it would open his eyes and make him realize what he was trying to leave behind. Now I could see the hesitation in his behavior as he clung to the ledge. He ended up having a stronger will than I thought and probably due to stubbornness, he remained on the edge. It seemed that he was growing tired of our conversation.

"Who are you to think that you know what I'm going through?" Mr. Rockwell said bitterly. "Nobody could ever understand my situation. I'm all alone…"

I was about to do something crazy. It was dangerous and it was probably going to get me killed too. But I'm Mysterion…I don't fear death… I fear the safety of innocent people. There were loud gasps and shocking cries as everyone saw me step up onto the ledge until I was standing right next to the jumper. Judging by the stunned look on Mr. Rockwell's face, he wasn't expecting this. But I looked calmly back at him.

"Now you're not alone," I reassured him. "No matter what happens, I am right here by your side. You can take back your life, Mr. Rockwell. It's not too late."

Finally Mr. Rockwell took my wise words to heart because now he was backing away from the edge. He stopped looking down at the streets below and seemed to become lost in thought. After a couple of minutes, he turned to me and a small smile worked its way onto his face. "Perhaps it's not my time after all… Will you please walk with me? I want to see my wife. Can you take me to her?"

With that, Mr. Rockwell moved and reached out his hand to me. Suddenly he tripped and I watched in horror as the man started to fall. There were screams of terror, Mrs. Rockwell covered her eyes and refused to watch, Sergeant Yates and Officer Harris stared with horrified expressions, Stan let out a loud gasp. To stop Mr. Rockwell from falling to his death, I dived off the ledge and quickly grabbed him. Now I was dangling off the building with one hand holding onto the ledge while my other is gripping Mr. Rockwell's arm. He looked up at me and couldn't believe how far I was willing to go to save his life. I pulled myself back up and lifted him to safety. Then I walked with him out of the Greenview Apartments.

Once we were outside, there were relieved cheers from all around. I was able to watch as Mrs. Rockwell embraced her husband. As for me, my work here was done. Once again I was able to save a lost soul. But I would always be an immortal soul who was cursed to remain in this world. There was no saving me… At that exact moment, Sergeant Yates approached me to formally thank me.

"Good job, Mysterion. What would this town do without you?" Yates gave me a respectful salute.

"Human compassion is what this town needs, sergeant," I said modestly. "Every time a person feels like they're beyond help, I try to give them back their will to live. Farewell… I must leave into the night." But then I heard the ridicules, insults and criticism from some of the angrier citizens. The ones who never approved of my work.

"Mysterion is a menace to society! His reckless ways is ruining this town! He should not be allowed to take matters into his own hands like that. He's nothing but a no-good vigilante and he needs to be stopped!"

"Mysterion is a bad example! Think of the children! Do we want them looking up to that street punk? He thinks he can do whatever he wants and the laws don't apply to him. This should not be encouraged!"

"That Mysterion is not to be trusted! How do we know that he's not a criminal too? He looks pretty shifty to me! The police need to put their foot down and stop letting that crook run free!"

The words really stung but I didn't show my emotions. I was used to the way people bad-mouthed me out in public. But it still made me feel like an outcast. Nobody could ever understand someone like me. Not that it mattered much…I preferred to be alone, it was better that way. After hiding my inner pain, I walked away from the scene with as much dignity as I could muster. Nobody would miss me. Nobody… except for a young man with raven-black hair who was pushing his way through the gathered crowd. Stanley Marsh was making his way over towards me and he was trying to get my attention.

"Mysterion! Hey Mysterion!" Stan called out to me.

But I turned and darted into the nearest alleyway and disappeared. "Wait Mysterion! Please don't go! I just want to talk to you! Wait!" Stan shouted.

When Stan reached the alleyway, I was already gone and nowhere to be seen. Stan looked all around but couldn't find me. Standing not too far away, I stood hidden in the shadows behind a dumpster. I peeked out in time to see a sad-looking Stan having no choice but to leave. I stepped out of my hiding spot and watched as Stan left. I couldn't dwell on it for long. I am Mysterion… I still have a duty to fulfill. I can't let anything get in the way of that…not even the boy I've secretly loved for years. Our worlds can never mix.