"Dude weak." Cartman complained.
"What?" The boy in the red puffball hat asked.
"They only had regular milk instead of chocolate."
"So what?" Green Ushanka asked.
"So I hate regular milk! Why can't this goddamn school just serve some goddamn chocolate milk?"
"Cartman you're 16 and you're still complaining about childish shit?"
"It's not childish!"
"Yeah it is fat boy."
"Ay! At least I'm not a dumbass, Jew!"
"Yes you are!"
"Will you two just shut the fuck up?" Stan snapped, pinching his nose bridge.
"Jew boy started it."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP CARTMAN!"
I gave one of my infamous muffled laughs. Both Stan and Kyle shot him a glare at the same time, which only made me laugh harder.
"Excuse me do you need me to stop so that you can have your little conversation?" The grey haired man asked.
Four pairs of eyes turned to him, and three pairs of eyes sank from his sight. Only one of us kept watching the teacher. The fat ass smiled "Yes please. We'd actually appreciate it."
"Shut up you fucking fag." Mr. Garrison warns. "Now children as I has to get into a car accident every year for it to be dramatic. It goes the same for every Soap Opera like…"
I zoned him out, in favor of the phone that he held in his hands. It was cheap. A flip phone. One of those that he could only use to text or call someone, but I was lucky that I had it.
From: Clyde
Subject: Football
Hey dude, you wanna play some football tonight? Token volunteered to let us use his house at 6!
I glanced across the room, at the brown haired boy and nodded. Yes I do. I do want to 'Play Football tonight.' The others were able to text a reply back, but my phone was too cheap. I could only call on the goddamn thing.
"And so… Harry and Malfoy are obviously gay for each other…" Don't even ask how it strayed to Harry Potter, or why our gay teacher is making fun of gays. The bell cuts him off and he puts the chalk back on the counter. "Alright goodbye children. Don't forget your essay."
Cartman gives me a 'What essay' look, and I shrug. I've long since stopped caring about all this shit.
The five of us walked out together as always in pairs. Stan and Kyle have always been super best friends. Over the years Cartman and I have gotten close, but not as close as that duo. Butters lagged behind, in his own group.
"So you guys, Terrance and Phillip 2 is coming out tomorrow!" Cartman smiled.
"Really? Do we have to go through the whole 'Kyle's mom starting a war with Canada and Satan rising to take over, but his gay lover tries to instead and Satan kills him and runs back to hell' thing again?" Stan asked. Always the optimistic one.
"(No, this time they said that Kyle's mom will be arrested if she tries to leave South Park within a five year period.)" I said.
"Thank god." I could hear Kyle mutter.
The entire town would be happy. Sheila Brofloski had almost brought upon the apocalypse, which of course I stopped and no one remembered. Dammit my deaths were so cliché now.
"So who's up for it?" Cartman asked.
"I sure am!" Butters yelled, a little too excited.
"Shut up Butters!" The three of them snapped. Poor old Butters. He needs to learn how to hide. Like I do. I hide behind my parka every day, to block out the horrors of the world before me. The horrors that I face daily. No this is not a story about my problems. This is a story about my other problems. I can't complain about it now.
We walk silently to our homes, and the pairs (and Butters) split up and into eachothers houses. I stayed at Cartman's. Kyle stayed at Stan's and Butters listened to his parents scream about him knocking over a can. Lovely family really.
"So Kinny, did you get Clyde's text?" His voice deepened.
"Yeah football later." I shot him a glare that said 'Shut up. Don't talk about this here.'
He nodded and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. I tried to sit next to him, but the fat ass started to whine. "Don't sit! You'll get poor people germs on my couch!" I sighed and dropped onto the floor. Even in 10th grade, the bastard was still as racist as ever.
"So what was that essay?" He asked, turning on the T.V. and tuning it to Terrance and Phillip. He was the only one of us who still watched that stupid show.
"(Why do you need to know? You'll just copy it off of Butters.)"
"Duh! If it's specifically about me I'll have to ask my mom to do it!" I hate him so much.
"(Probably something about how Mr. Garrison is the only cool fag in South Park and how we're all gays and shit.)"
"Kinny! I'm being seriously!"
I groaned. "(Learn proper grammar dude. It was fine in 4th grade, but it's retarded in 10th.)"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Perverted bastard, Kenny McCormick is a Grammar Nazi.
I feel the phone vibrate in my parka, and I glance at Cartman. The Fatass hasn't even moved. Good. He didn't notice. Judging by the fact that his phone wasn't ringing I knew what it was. "(I gotta use the bathroom.)"
"Use your own, you're going to clog my toilet."
"(It's your toilet. I wouldn't be surprised if it gained a resistance to clogging.)
"Ay! Use your own goddamn toilet!"
I shrugged and walked out of the house, with a hidden smile. I checked and confirmed it.
From: Stan
Subject: Homework
Dude im swamped math can I come to u at five?
I love coded messages. No one, besides Stan and I, would be able to know what this meant. Not his parents or sister, not my siblings or family, and not the others.
I went straight for my house, narrowly avoiding a speeding truck. Stupid immortality. Stan and I weren't just Toolshed and Mysterion. No, the two of us had been watching over the town better than the Coon and Friends ever could.
I snuck in through and window in my parents room, and I quietly moved about the house. Karen, Kevin, and my parents would just delay me. I had until four.
The floor creaked under each of my feet, but I kept going. My room didn't even had a door, so I was able to slip in without trouble.
I walked into my room, and into my closet. The door creaked, and I could feel it swaying. I needed to replace that. I said that every day.
I pulled off the blue covering, and opened the drawer that I only used for Mysterion's suit. I tugged out the costume, and gripped the wood beneath it.
My fingers found a small latch between the painted wood and the rusted metal of my drawer. I tore the false cover off, and stared at the pitch black suit below me. The cape had one small symbol on it, that was replicated in the middle of the shirt. They were the only designs. A red D.
I pulled the mask over my face, and pulled up my hood. I pulled my combat boots over my black socks. This was a much darker hero than Mysterion. This was the hero that no one knew the identity of. This was a hero with a darker personality and deeper voice than even Mysterion could manage. Dusk.
I moved with the shadows. My pitch black costume was much harder to see than that of Mysterion. My gloves, my pants, my shirt, my hood, my cape, my mask, my belt, everything. Everything was black.
Once again I repeated the translation of that message in my mind.
From: Stan
Subject: Work
We have to meet. It's about the drug deal. Meet me at my house at 4 on the dot.
Yeah, he was in on it too. We were the more famous heroes. Sure Coon and Friends were famous, but not as infamous as we are. We don't make public appearances. We stop the crime. We tie up the perpetrators. We leave typed up notes behind. So far Coon and Friends haven't even seen us yet.
"Are you here?" A deep voice asked me. Damn. He'd gotten really good at masking his voice over the years.
"Yes. I am." I was already prepared as Mysterion, but I was forced to mask my voice even further.
"The intelligence told me that Randy Marsh has been buying."
I felt a clang of pity, before I saw those eyes. They were unreadable. His facial expression showed that he didn't care about the man when he was like this. He really had grown a talent for blurring the lines between alter-ego and himself. That's one of the reasons that I work with him. The main one was that he recruited me.
"What type?"
"Heroin. I don't know how he got his hands on it, but he did well."
"When do we move?"
He smiled. "Nightfall. Then we move."
"So why did you call me here so early?"
"I've had some suspicions about Butters. I think that he is returning." Crap. That never meant anything good. Butters alter-ego wasn't nice anymore. Professor Chaos was much more evil than before. In middle school he almost burned down the town with his minion, General Disarray. The others said that it wasn't him. It was. Butters Stotch was growing up.
My hand dipped into my pocket and closed upon my weapon of choice. It was the sharpest blade that could be found in the state. Three words were carved into the side of it.
Wait Till Dusk
I had that special ordered under Butters. It gave me encouragement and I met those eyes once more.
"So we have to plan."
"Yes we do."
"And I was thinking. Coon and Friends and spending half of their meetings trying to find out who we are. We have to find a way to stop them. I'm planning to place false evidence at each scene."
"Good idea. I'll go on patrol while you do it. We meet by the school an hour before the setting of the sun." His vocabulary was much different as his alter-ego than in his normal identity. "See you soon Dusk."
"You too Blackout." And I turned, heading for the base.
"So dude, I've been a little worried about Stan and Kenny." An all-too-familiar voice said.
"How so?" Shit. There was more than one person here.
"They've been disappearing at random times throughout the day?" So people did notice.
"Oh… that."
"TIMMAH!" A voice behind me made me jump. I swung around to face the threat, and saw Timmy, in costume, staring right back at me.
I could hear two pairs of feet running in my direction. An hour before the setting of the sun my ass. I made a quick plan in my head. The roof was too low down for Kyle to be able to fly. Perfect. No AC was running, and no fan was on. I put a hand in my belt, and smiled at Timmy.
I had spent all of my savings on contacts that could change my eye-color. Thank god that I did. He would never see who I am. "Livin-a-lie?"
Something grabbed onto my arm, and pulled it out of my pocket. I stared at the face of Coon and Friends member, The Human Kite. He stared at me with disbelief, and my smile deepened. "Who are you?"
"I know who who are, but you not I." My voice scared him. I could see that. With a quick movement I stuck my other hand into my belt, and pulled out a small can of liquid. Tear gas. You gotta love it.
They screamed as I let it fly from the can, and I pulled my goggles out from under my hood. At least it would protect my eyes. I coughed once, before running out of the room. To them it would look like I disappeared. Of course, I left two things behind. One of them was a wad of blonde hair, and the other was my calling card. A red D.
Original. My warped mind set a record! Plot idea in my head changed in the first chapter! Originally i didn't plan for Dusk and Blackout, but it seemed cool so i used it.
Reviewers get to meet TIMMAH!
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