okay i'm going to apologize right now for the horrible spelling grammar and formatting of this thing. Its my first South Park fanfiction and i hope its okay... enjoy? reviews are much appreciated.
"I don't like eet Gregoree." the dark haired mercenary muttered.
"Nor do I, Mole." his blonde counterpart replied. They were making their way through the city using alleyways and back streets. It was about 11pm and the demon still hadn't appeared.
They had gotten called out to this godforsaken place due to a demon problem. Multiple murders in the area all by the same killer and a mysterious figure seen at every crime scene described as demonic and having super human powers.
The Mole sighed and spat out his finished cigarette before fishing another one out of his pocket and lighting it. Gregory gave him a look of disdain which the Frenchman ignored.
"Zis ees all a bunch of sheet. Let's go 'ome."
"We can't bail on this one, dear. Too many deaths." The Mole sighed, he had expected the answer and he wanted to catch this bastard too. Out of frustration he sped up his pace walking a step or two ahead of the Brit. A few steps later he heard a startled yelp come from his companion but he was too slow to turn and suddenly all was dark.
The Mole groaned as he came to his senses his head felt like it was about to split but he easily shoved the pain away.
"Sheet." he grumbled finding that his wrists were bound behind the back of the chair he was seated in. he opened his eyes and took in the dark, barren room. Completely made of stone with two small windows close to the ceiling that let in the sunlight. he blinked his hazel green eyes and shook his head to clear away the rest of the fog.
"Gregoree, mon amour, are you alright?" he called trying to locate his comrade. The blonde was tied in a similar fashion in a chair right next to his own and he cursed himself for not noticing sooner.
Gregory opened his eyes and blinked, trying to focus. "Yeah... I'm fine. What the bloody hell happened?!"
The Mole was about to answer when a voice came from behind them "Oh, you're awake." the voice was female and the tone was happy her accent hard to place because it seemed to be a mix of Russian Romanian French and British all at once or on different words. Both boys crained their heads back to look towards the stairs but the shadows kept the woman hidden.
"Who are you?" Gregory asked but the force behind his words made it a demand.
"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry." she stepped forward into a patch of sunlight that illuminated her left side the rest of her still nearly invisible in the shadows. "Christophe DeLorne, Gregory Yardale, I am Satania. Welcome to my temporary home."
Both boys froze and took a moment to take in their kidnapper. she was small and now that he thought about it she was probably about 18 one year behind Christophe and 2 behind Greg. Christophe took her profile; grey eyes dark brown long hair small frame dressed in a black t-shirt and cargo pants he couldn't make out the rest of her and his neck was starting to ache from being held at the awkward angle.
"I know all about you two." she said with a small, friendly smile.
"She's bluffing Chris, don't listen to her." Gregory said calmly. Christophe rolled his eyes and was about to tell his friend that he wasn't stupid when Satania spoke again
"I know that your relationship isn't strictly professional. I know where you live, your families, your histories."
"And?" Christophe sneered.
She glared at him "I know that not all of those scars are from carless mistakes and fights." Chris paled and fell silent, he couldn't even bring up a witty retort.
Gregory frowned "Christophe? what's she talking about?"
His opinion of the girl changed when she once again drew Gregory's attention and changed the subject. "Will you please listen to what I have to say?" She paused and when Gregory sighed in agreement she grinned "If you promise not to attack me or try to run away, i will show you to your room." before they could answer she added "oh, and I hid the sword and the shovel"
"Sheet!" Christophe growled his disproval and he could sense Gregory's displeasure as well.
Satisfied they wouldn't try to leave she drew two knives from her pocket and threw them, slicing through the ropes that held them. "Bring my knives when you come up. your things are on the bottom step." with that she disappeared
The boys shared a look when they had righted themselves and Gregory shrugged picking up and examining the knives she used. Christophe gathered their cell phones and com units. Handing Gregory his devices Christophe dialed Craig's number. It rang twice before it was picked up
"Where the hell have you been?" the monotone voice said from the other line.
Christophe sneered "Nice to see you too. We are fine but we might be a bit late. Stay at the safe 'ouse. Ze beetch caught us off guard and we have to hear what she 'as to say."
There was silence from the stoic then he spoke up "Our demon is female?"
Gregory snatched the phone from Christophe's hand "If we make it through the next hour alive we'll call you."