Blue Flame
Summary: Coon and Friends reform after a new superhero emerges from the darkness, along with villainous threats directed at their tiny town… aslash, though mainly creek.
A/N: Well, this is merely an idea at the moment. Intrigued I was by a picture and the last few episodes of south park season 14! Yeah, warning right now, don't read if you don't enjoy Shounen-Ai or Yaoi… Just saying.
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Stan yawned tiredly in algebra class; it was probably the only class he could never get through without falling asleep. As an added boredom bonus, neither Kenny nor Kyle was in this class; even fatass wasn't in this class to swear at the teacher for amusement. Letting the black haired teen nod off slowly as the monotonous teaching slurred in his mind; struggling to keep is eyes focused.
Suddenly, he felt the vibration of his cell phone in his jean pocket; his ringer was off and he realized that it was a text he'd gotten. Seeing as he wasn't really interested in the lesson anyways, he pulled out his phone with the ruse of grabbing a calculator from the backpack beside his chair. Hiding the device behind pencil case and papers, he quickly opened the text he got, brown eyes widening slightly at what he read;
'coon and friends meeting: cartmans basement at 6. dont tell fatass'
Coon and Friends? Stan wondered, amusedly. The text was from Kenny, the only person who really ever cared about Coon and Friends, minus the Coon of course; they still only kept that name to piss off Cartman. But, this little super hero thing that was a game so long ago had become slightly serious since then.
The group had lost and gained some people, Timmy and Token left but Clyde was still apart of the group, despite his normal friends not being there. Obviously, Kenny, Stan, and Kyle were still there, Cartman was kicked out and it remains so; and, due to un-seeable circumstances, Bradley wasn't in the group anymore… or Earth, for that matter. But, the group had gained a few new faces…
"Stan Marsh, can you repeat the question?" the teacher called. Crap! Stan thought fearfully. How the fuck did she know I wasn't paying attention?
"Uh, well… no," he admitted, knowing arguing would be pointless. The teacher glared at the black haired boy for a moment, before tapping the side of her glasses knowing.
"Pay attention, Mr. Marsh," she suggested, a chorus of stifled laughter in the room. With an eye roll, he started writing down the questions, hiding the cell phone in his pencil case; Coon and Friends wasn't the petty little money raising cute group anymore. No, the group of heroes had become true crime fighters; of course, they were only active during serious issues. The most recent chivalry they preformed was ridding America of a group of serial killers when the police were innate; even before that, they stopped a terrorist group and helped round up escaped inmates from a local prison. Police had discovered they could depend on them for situations like that; and, consequently, had learned to ignore the actual Coon, who always seemed to be right behind them to beg for attention.
Stan sighed when the final bell rang at last, shutting his binder and putting his stuff into his bag hurriedly; he needed to find Kyle to see if he got the text too. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, he followed the crowd out of the room, teacher yelling out reminders about homework over the chatter.
Conveniently, Kyle stood outside the class, leaning against the wall while keeping his hands busy with his phone. Stan walked up to his Jewish friend, smiling.
"Hey, Kyle," he greeted, leaning on the wall beside him.
"Hey Stan," Kyle responded, putting the cell phone in his pocket before looking up at his best friend, returning the smile. "Did Ms. G assign you the algebra project yet?"
"I don't fucking know anymore; it's so boring that I can't concentrate," Stan answered, shaking his head with an amused smile as they started to walk down the halls. Kyle laughed at the statement.
"Be careful; you have to pass to stay in football, jock," he teased. Stan mocked offense, punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"That's what I have you for, nerd," he shot back.
"Ugh, seriously, you two need a room," a voice announced behind them.
"Hey, fat ass," Kyle greeted calmly. Cartman glared.
"Hey, Jew," he responded snidely. "Anyways, guys, guess what I'm doing tonight?"
"Your mom?" Stan chuckled in response, earning a glare from Cartman.
"No, I happen to be the winner of a new Limousine," he corrected smugly. "All I have to do is go to Vegas and confirm that I am Eric Cartman! So, screw you guys, cause I'm not going to be giving you any rides to school." Happily and ego satisfied, Cartman trotted off from the two, making Stan roll his eyes; so that's why Kenny doesn't want him to know.
"Cartman's such a dumbass," Kyle chuckled, entertained. "But, I've got to hand it to Kenny, he's a genius at making things seem legit."
"So, you got the text too?" Stan confirmed in a whisper.
"Uh huh. What do you think he needs?"
"Obviously, it's gotta be important; he isn't Cartman. Although, my Kite outfit needs some tweeking."
"Yeah; it was a bitch to clean my tools after the whole cult thing. Thank god I got my own, or else my dad would've noticed the blood." The two talked casually, lowering their voices when someone looked their way or passed a little too close to talk loudly; all the identity's of Coon and Friends were still secret, some people even wondering who they were. Old members vowed to secrecy, knowing that if they revealed who they were and that they were apart of it, everyone would be arrested for vigilantism. It was a risk everyone had; even if they were the good guys.
"O-Oh, uh, h-hey guys!" Butters greeted, shocking blue eyes meeting the pair as they walked out of the school.
"Hey Butters!" the two answered, pausing when they saw the blonde standing by the fence.
"H-Have you two seen K-Kenny 'round?" he asked, rubbing his fists together nervously.
"Nah, Ken's probably gotten in trouble again; he can never stop arguing with his science teacher," Stan stated with a shrug.
"W-Well, when you see him, tell 'im I can't come," the blonde stated sadly. Kyle looked at him with serious emerald eyes.
"Butters!" he whispered harshly. "Why not? You know you have to!"
"B-But I can't, fella's! M-My parents grounded me b-because they found out I snuck out last time and-,"
"Butters," Stan interrupted, "does it really matter then if you sneak out than sit in your room? If your already in trouble?"
"Yeah, dude, you can't really get into more trouble," Kyle added encouragingly. Butters looked around, conflicted, rubbing his fists against each other quicker nervously.
"W-Well, I guess you're right," he started before adding more confidently, "Y-Yeah! You're right! W-Why, I'll see you guys later!" With that, the nervous teen smiled and ran off to the bus area before they left. The super best friends smiled at each other knowingly; yep, Butters was a member of Coon and Friends.
Butters, aka, Professor Chaos had personally renounced his evil ways for the side of good. Truthfully, after a week in the cage, they had let him out in sympathy and, a month after he was released, he asked Kenny if he could be in the superhero group on the side of good to make up for the trouble he caused. Kenny accepted, though, he was on a kind of parole for a month but, eventually, was accepted as a true member.
Weirdly enough, Butters' alter ego was quite brilliant at coming up with plans to infiltrate when they had serious situations or problems. Huh.
"Kay, dude, I think I'm going to need help with this algebra crap," Stan stated as they walked across fresh snow; Kyle's house was close enough to the high school that they usually just walked there.
"What don't you understand?" he asked, considering.
"The thing with the numbers," Stan answered, grinning like a fool.
"Dumbass," Kyle chuckled. Stan laughed, wrapping his arm around the red-head's shoulder.
"But I'm your dumbass!" Kyle blushed, pushing the arm off his shoulder gently. The two continued, walking to Kyle's and spending a couple hours studying before deciding to get ready to go to Cartman's; Kyle put his Human Kite outfit in a plastic bag before walking down the street with Stan to his house to change. Stan changed into his Toolshed costume in his room, while Kyle changed in his washroom.
Stan's Toolshed outfit was different than from when he was a child; the bulky tool belt he used before was conventionally more compact, only the larger tools now held on it, some smaller tools such as screw drivers and knives on adjusted arm gauntlets. The yellow safety goggles were a more orange colour, tinted to further hide his true identity.
He walked out of his room, fully outfitted, meeting Kyle by the stairs. Kyle's Human Kite costume had been much more changed than Stan's; the kite he used to have on his back was now fashioned under his arms in a workable way. See, the genius mind of the Jewish boy figured out a way to fashion the kite material so that, although he couldn't fly like he originally intended, he figured out how to glide from building to building silently. Testing this was a bitch, especially when he had to explain how he broke his arm one day, and Stan constantly told him against it but Kyle was set; and eventually, his stubbornness won out.
The two superheroes nodded at each other before moving silently out of the house, staying to the shadows in the snowy town on their way to Cartman's. Kyle, the slimmer and lighter, tailed muscled Stan, as they rounded the block, almost to their destination; but, jus as the house came into view, Stan heard Kyle yelp being muffled, turning to kick someone's ass before rolling his eyes.
"Damien, let him go," the tool adorned hero ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Gotcha," Damien chuckled, hand over the mouth of the panicked Kyle before releasing him.
"Jesus Christ! Don't fucking do that!" Kyle growled, though his face was flushing over in embarrassment. The Anti-Christ grinned amusedly, adorned in his own superhero costume; yes, Coon and Friends had Satan's son on their side. His identity in Coon and Friends was Lucifer, borrowing the name from his father as his own; he wore a black cloak, most likely not from the mortal world because of how, the further down it was, it dissipated into swirling black clouds. When Kenny commented on it, he said he borrowed it from Grim, whatever that means.
To disguise his face, using some kind of make-up, a streak of black was painted over his eye and down to his jaw, as if it were a scar. Now, of course, Damien wouldn't join a meager mortal thing like this, especially not if it was for the greater good, considering his heritage; nope, he joined for other reasons…
"Oh dear, Damien, it seems you gave Ky- Kite quite a fright," a little British accent voice behind him, the presence coming out of the shadows like a light. Yep, the main reason Damien joined Coon and Friends was because Pip wished to join; and Damien wasn't about to leave the little blonde alone with the bullies of his past.
Pip wore a snow white suit, contrasted against his partners black cloak. He also wore a mask that would match one a person might wear during a masquerade, pure white to match his suit; the only other colour he wore were a rather light blue undershirt, bow, and cuffs. His superhero identity was Gabriel, matching Damien's Lucifer; suggested by the anti-christ, of course.
"Come on guys, let's go," Stan suggested, starting off once more, Kyle staying just a little closer than before as they were followed by Damien and Pip to Cartman's. The four made it to the front door, opening it quietly and entering, hopefully unseen.
"Kids, what have I told you about sneaking around?" Cartman's mother scolded, making the group freeze. Stan chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Sorry, Mrs. Cartman," he apologized, grinning. She just laughed.
"Oh, you boys look so handsome in your little costumes; I'll bring down some snacks later," she dismissed, smiling as she walked back upstairs. The four sighed in relief; thank, she wasn't the brightest bulb. They usually snuck by but she never seemed to make the connection between the teenagers that hung out in her basement with the heroes saving the world on TV; again, they took complete advantage of this.
The four hurried into the basement, seeing the other three heroes already there and waiting. Kenny, aka, Mysterion, leaned against the wall, eyes hidden in the shadows of his hood; the only changes he made to his costume was adding a bit of defensive padding, also getting rid of the underwear worn on the outside of his costume. Professor Chaos sat at the table near where Mysterion was, lightly sketching a picture of something, a face it seemed; he'd grown an artistic talent since his juvenile drawings as a kid. And, finally, Clyde was also in the room, looking at something on the computer; his Mosquito costume changed dramatically, the normally weaponless hero had replaced the ketchup packets with a series of needles to match his Mosquito theme. The mask, previously just a paper cone, was now an eye covering mask, the nose extending to a needle sharp point.
"Ah, it's nice of you to come," Mysterion stated in his gruff voice, pushing himself from the wall. "It seems we're all here. Role-call."
"Mosquito," Clyde's nasaly voice announced.
"Gabriel," Pip piped.
"Lucifer," Damien answered.
"P-Professor Chaos," Butters said, distracted.
"Human Kite," Kyle resounded, voice disguised to sound raspy.
"Toolshed," Stan added.
"And Mysterion," Kenny finished, sitting down at the table along with everyone else.
"So, Mysterion? What exactly is the point of this meeting?" Toolshed started, resting his arms on the table, a slight clicking from the metal touching the table.
"During one of my patrols, I noticed the crime rate had gone down considerably in this town," Mysterion started, looking around at all the heroes. "Which is unusual, because there's almost a dozen crimes every night, whether it's theft or prostitution, but now I find almost half that. Even though this town is small, there shouldn't be a huge drop like that practically overnight."
"So, you think someone is stopping the crime?" Gabriel suggested.
"More than likely, yes," Mysterion answered, "But, it can't be one of us because we all know not to bother with these petty crimes."
"Cause it would draw attention and people would know our location," Lucifer added, leaning backwards in his chair to relax.
"Yes, so that would be our problem; if this new hero isn't confronted, our location will be discovered," Mysterion confirmed, adding more solemnly, "We already have a problem with those fucking FBI pricks." The group sat in silence, thinking.
"W-Well, if this person is stopping c-crime, w-won't the media fi-find him soon?" Professor Chaos suggested.
"It seems that we don't have any other options," Mysterion sighed. "This hero is quite good at eluding my surveillance so we'll have to rely on the public news; surely, citizens must've noticed this change."
"Here, I'll turn on the news," Human Kite announced, standing and searching for the remote.
"So, all we can do for now is watch?" Mosquito asked, as Kite turned on the TV up in the corner, volume low. Mysterion looked down at his gloves in thought for a moment before looking up at the red eyed teen further down the table.
"Lucifer, do you think you could do a patrol tonight? Your powers may provide more answers." The teen in the dark surreal cloak chuckled.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do; come on, Gab," Lucifer beckoned, the shorter blonde superhero following bouncily.
"Oh, joy! We have a mission; this is quite exciting, isn't it Da-, I mean, Lucifer?" Gabriel chirped, catching himself as they walked up the stairs and out of the basement, leaving the others watching the news. The five remaining heroes scattered themselves about the room, Professor Chaos returning to his picture with Mysterion sitting on the table beside, turned to face the news, Human Kite and Toolshed hovered behind Mosquito, who searched on the computer for any clues that might relate to their current problem.
After about an hour, long after Cartman's mom came down with a plate of cookies, did something odd show on the news, catching Mysterion's attention.
'…A pale young man in a cloak jumping from roof to roof…'
"Hey, guys, listen to this," Mysterion stated, turning the volume up and everyone's attention turned toward the television.
'This young man was spotted running from the South Park pharmacy, after a couple high men broke in, in an attempt to steal drugs. Police arrived to find the men tied and caught this quick shot of the hero…' the screen split from the newscasters face to the clip, showing a blurred movement. The retreating person was wearing a black cloak, along with a black hat and black pants; the cloak flying back from the wind revealing a slim, naked torso, a snowy pale in comparison to the black cloak. The camera pulled close to the face and they paused; though the image was blurry, black hair could be made out, along with a frowning mouth.
But, the most dominant feature on this face was the blue flame that seemed to be shooting backwards along the face from the left eye. 'Though everything was solved without injury, the pharmacy reported, after inventory check, that two bottle of Ritalin were missing. We'll keep you updated on this story as it proceeds…'
"Hmmm," Kite hummed, pausing the TV and rewinding it to the full body shot of this mysterious superhero. "I almost thought it was Damien but he has a shirt and no hat."
"So, we've found the culprit?" Stan added, looking toward Mysterion.
"It would seem so," he confirmed, nodding. Professor Chaos turned in his chair, looking at the screen for a moment before sketching the figure in detail, before nodding to Kyle who forwarded the video to the face close up, drawing in the pixels in as best realistic detail as possible. He held out the sketchbook.
"W-Well, fella's, that's the best I got," he stated, rubbing his fists together when Mosquito took the book and held it so everyone could see the two pictures.
"Let's see, pale skin, black hair, slim figure, frowning expression…" Kite listed off before Mosquito gasped in epiphany.
"I know who this is… and, considering the drugs taken, it's even better to think that," the brown-haired hero murmured, squinting slightly.
"Who is it?" Mysterion asked.
"Craig Tucker."
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"Shit," Craig murmured, knowing the police had caught him on tape before he ran. So much for staying secret, he thought grimly. But, at least those druggies gave him the chance to try something he'd been thinking about for a while. As the dark clad hero jumped and leaped from roof to roof, he shivered; the shirtless part of his outfit was a split decision on his part. Something his boyfriend was slightly against this whole thing.
He twitched, feeling himself being watched; normally, he'd have ignored it but he was more alert tonight, after his little mistake at the drug store. I'll have to lose whoever's tailing me, he decided, slowing his movements and jumping into the alley below, easily blending with the shadows, running before pressing himself behind a dumpster, hiding.
He watched as a flash of two people passed; a teen with an almost surreal cloak that turned to clouds ran by, a younger teen clinging to his back tightly in white, blonde hair bouncing as they ran. Craig frown deepened when he recognized them; Damien and Pip from school?
Sure, the disguises would fool anyone who didn't go to the same school but he was certain it was them; the two stuck to each other like glue. But, he wondered why they were tailing him in this alley?
With a quick glance at his wristwatch, he started running the opposite way the duo went, uncaring about his previous wonderings. It was almost eight now, and he wanted to hurry. Craig kicked the wall to jump up back on the roofs, almost slipping on the snow once before regaining his balance and running across silently. Finally, he reached the roof he was specifically looking for.
Preaching on the edge of the roof like a gargoyle, he paused before falling down, gripping the cold window sill and knocking on the glass; a resounding scared gasp elicited from the action followed by an 'oh god, Jesus Christ!' making the raven haired teen roll his eyes.
"Tweek, open the fucking window," he ordered calmly, yet firmly. There was a rustling sound before the window opened slowly.
"Ack! Oh, jeez, I'm sorry," the blonde mumbled, twitching, "I swear, it was the gnomes. Agh!" With an amused smirk, Craig hoisted himself inside, closing the window behind him while Tweek stood on the other side of the room, fiddling with the buttons on the shirt he threw on quickly before Craig came in, wearing the costume Tweek became used to.
"Augh! Um, Craig?" Tweek started, tired hazel eyes flickering from the floor to the shirtless Craig. "A-Are you still doing the crime fighting thing?" he murmured.
"Would I be wearing this if I wasn't? Plus, I can't stop anymore; cops caught me on tape," Craig informed. Tweek's eyes went comically large.
"THEY WH- Mmph!" the blonde's outburst was silenced when Craig covered his mouth with his hand, holding his arms down from flailing with almost a hug-like hold, waiting for the tensing coffee-addict to sit still.
"Shhh, Tweek, calm down," Craig murmured, nuzzling his neck soothingly. Tweek gasped into the hand but slowly relaxed, the twitching going from erratic to mild once more. Craig moved the hand from his mouth to wrap around his waist, pulling the twitchy blonde close and placing a small kiss on his neck.
"Look, all I have to do is slowly get off the radar," the normally apathetic teen murmured, feeling the spastic blonde shudder. "Plus, I've found what I was looking for." He let go of the twitchy teen, walking over to the bed, signaling for him to follow suit. With a twitch, Tweek followed to the bed, sitting beside the hero dressed Craig, who pulled out a bottle from his pocket.
"This stuff's called Ritalin; it should help you focus a bit more. If anything, it should cut down the twitchiness," the pale teen said, holding out the bottle. Tweek nodded, taking the bottle and emptying two pills into his palm, swallowing them quickly; the two teens waited in suspense.
"So? Did it work?" Craig asked, leaning forward.
"I-I don't feel – ack – different," the blonde stated.
"Well, let's just see," Craig murmured against the pale lips, pressing them against his. Tweek shuddered, wrapping his arms around the other teen in encouragement, wanting more; Craig slowly, calculatedly moved forward, lips locked, so that he leaned over the blonde, kisses slow and passionate but him dominant.
Tweek felt Craig's tongue, reveling in the fact he wasn't afraid, he reached back with his own, pulling the naked torso closer. Craig moved his hands to the blonde slim waist, slowly moving one hand to move up his shirt, feeling the skin hidden under mismatched buttons, the blonde moaning quietly. The sound made Craig moan himself.
Oh, fuck; I can't believe we made it this far, the raven haired hero thought hazily, groaning and hardening at the thought of actually being able to go all the way with Tweek tonight.
Said blonde was also hazy in mind, hands lazily gripping at Craig's hair. He was happy, excited, that they may just be able to do this…
Until he felt Craig's hand start to unbutton his shirt, then his anxiety returned; Wait! What if I'm hallucinating? What if Craig doesn't want me after this! My parents might hear! Augh! I- I need space!
"A-Ack! Cr-Craig! Stopstopstop!" Tweek ordered frantically. Craig immediately drew away, though sighing reluctantly. Tweek's face was flushed, shirt halfway undone as he curled in on himself, as if to get away from Craig; the hero sighed again, sadly this time.
"Guess it didn't work," he stated, feeling the black jeans press against his crotch tightly.
"I-I'm sorry, Craig," Tweek apologized in a mumble. "I-I'm really trying; I really want this. So much, augh! B-But, I can't stop thinking about what might happen…" Craig smiled slowly, stroking the blonde's cheek lovingly.
"Yeah, I know; I doubted this would work anyways," he stated. "I thought maybe if you were calmer, this would work; desperate attempt, really." Tweek, hands shaking, reached forward hesitantly, hugging Craig shakily.
"I – I really do want to try," the blonde muttered, audible only to Craig. "You-You've done everything for me; I'm trying my best."
"Tweek, even though what your saying is sweet and all, it's not exactly helping my little problem," Craig struggled with a strained laugh. Tweek gasped, jumping back.
"Oh, god! Jesus Christ! Sorry! I-I didn't mean to!" he apologized, twitching and blushing madly. Craig smirked, feeling his own face heat up.
"May I use your washroom?"
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Omnomnom, I luv Creek! ^^ Adorable!
Yep, I was inspired by the Coon and friends episodes in season fourteen and also a picture of Craig as Black Rock Shooter. Watching the episodes, I was like, why doesn't Craig have a costume? So, I made him one! ^^
Yep, this fic will mainly focus on Creek, but I also plan to include Bunny, Style, Dip, and Gregstophe when the time is right. Course, this is merely an idea I want to put out there.
Tell me what cha think and if I should continue or not! ^^