"Of course, Mysterion, everyone here has powers," said Toolshed smoothly.
"Come on buddy, don't exaggerate - it's just a game." Human Kite tried to calm him down, seeing that this was going too far.
"This is not a game and much less a joke ... You must believe me," the hooded boy said in annoyance.
The masked hero of South Park was in the throes of desperation by how many times he had to repeat his escapist acts of death. He didn't truly believe that this time would be different, but once more he was at his limit. There was nothing more he could do but try again and again, for those he called friends did not realize his pain, his absence, and all the sorrow brought with his curse.
"I am Mysterion ..." he exclaimed with a booming voice and stood on the edge of the building, causing the cold night wind to stir his cloak, hypnotizing more intensely his audience, who, immobile, witnessed that cruel deja vu.
"AND I CANNOT DIE..."
He shouted before falling into the dark void amid exclamations of astonishment and worried, horrified faces that the dark guardian did not see, but knew with certainty that they belonged to his fellow companions of Coon and Friends.
And now what? silently asked the young superhero. Nothing. Just waiting and waking up... he answered himself, smiling with bitterness, closing his eyes and waiting for his inevitable fate.
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"What the hell…!"
"Kenny ... NOOOO!"
"Idiot."
"Shit... I know, Kenny..." Small blue sparks began to flash in the fists of a certain brunet, frightening and pulling away those at his side. And before anyone understood that was what was happening, he launched himself into the same site where the blue-eyed boy disappeared.
All this time I always knew, forgive me for not telling you. For being the same as those assholes and forgetting all your deaths and all your suffering. I'm so fucking sorry for not stopping you - the person most important to me ... for that reason I want to care for you ... to protect you ... I ... I ... I want to be your hero... he thought as he extended his arms to reach the body of the other boy.
He barely managed to hold the blond, gripping him tightly with his right arm while extending the left, causing the sparks to become a beam of pure electricity directed toward the floor, slowing their fall. His arm began to tire from all the energy he used, but he would not give in, because he was going to save him, no matter what it took.
Despite its cushioning the impact was great, but at least the two were safe.
"Being immortal doesn't just give you the right to just die whenever you feel like it. Doing that only makes you a moron. If it helps you any, I'll always leave you flowers, I will cry in front of your grave, but above all I will prevent you from doing dumb shit like this. Just as I will prevent any other danger that finds you. I won't let you die ever again."
The blond opened his eyes, finding himself surrounded by a cloud of dust. As it faded away he could make out the silhouette of he who held him in his arms and had uttered those words he had hoped to hear for more than a decade.
"Cartman? ..." he murmured, too surprised to remember to change his voice, speaking instead as Kenny. Tears began to flow, a sign of relief, of knowing that someone understood.
The brunet only smiled back at the boy, knowing that he had at last arrived in time.
"No... Call me the Coon."
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Written originally in Spanish by ChemKim: s/8004606/1/True-reason This is simply a translation, albeit license was taken and words changed to assist flow according to my literary preferences. :)