South Park Murders

It was late at night on the east side of South Park. The moon hung overhead as a group of teenagers came into view. They were walking down a deserted road near the park. Oddly enough the headlights hadn't turned on yet.

Shops lined the side of the road. Only one was occupied. An elderly man heard the teens and looked out of the shops upstairs window.

The kids were all laughing at a joke one of them had heard earlier so they didn't notice a cloaked figure coming out of the bushes. The figure sauntered over to face the group and as he came closer the teenagers stopped laughing.

The person was wearing a stained black cloak over dark clothing that looked like it hadn't been washed. The largest teen yelled out " Hey you stupid asshole get outta my wa-" as his throat was neatly sliced open by the 9" blade the man had previously hidden.

As blood splattered the teens and the man one girl screamed and the teens started running in the opposite direction. The man pulled out five smaller knives and in a practiced movement all flew into the backs of the teens.

Four teens hit the ground presumably dead as one limped away blood trailing behind him. The killer slowly walked to the doomed teenager and kicked him down. The boy fell in a pile of mud and tried to crawl away. The killer grinned. He pulled out the knife he had used earlier and extinguished the boy's life in an instant.

"Hello", the old man hissed into the phone. " 911 emergency" a bored voice droned back. " I-I"ve just wi-wi-witnessed" the old man paused, " a murder!"

The next day at school during recess. Kyle was on the swings when Stan started walking over to him.

"Kyle, Kyle!" yelled Stan

"Hey Stan what's up?" asked Kyle getting of the swings.

" Did you hear what happened?" said Stan with a scared look.

"No, dude what?"

Kyle looked around to make sure no one was listening.

"Six High School kids got attacked and five died!" Whispered Stan.

"The fuck dude!" said Kyle rather loudly.

" Do they no who did it."

" No, but Tom the guy who owns Tom's Rhinoplasty saw the whole thing."

"Shit dude!" said Kyle.

"He could kill again!" said Stan with horrible realization

"Everybody could be a suspect." Or a victim thought Kyle.

Later in the day at Police Headquarters

Officer Barbrady and Detective Sanders were questioning Tom the plastic surgeon.

The headquarters were fairly new. After the whole snuke in Hilary Clinton's snizz the Mayor expanded the department. The three men were in an Barbrady's office

"I've already told you", Tom pleaded, " I don't know who he was." The more I think of it he could have been a she, the streetlights weren't on. By the way, why weren't the street lights on?!"

"We are looking into it, there's only two of us so it might take some time. The rest of the department is on three week vacations," replied barbrady in his droning voice.

"Since you don't know anything else we will let you go for now" said Sanders.

Tom gladly walked out of the office.

"We need some more manpower for this one sanders."

" I know Barbrady"

"But who should call" "CIA FBI."

"IRS?" suggested Barbrady.

The door opened behind them and the two cops turned around to see a person in a stained cloak.

" Why don't you call me?" said the killer with a sadistic grin as he pulled out a gun.