Hey guys, back with another chapter. Hope you all like this fan fiction so far, it's fun to write about Kenny as the star for a change since he was barely in my other fictions. I hope to break the writers block for "I Won't Forget" by writing this, but I hope you guys don't mind. Thanks for the reviews and please review if you liked, it helps me continue the story. Thanks again!
Ch 2.
Karen stood admiring a doll on a shelf in Kenny's apartment. "What's this, Ken?" she was about to pick it up, but he stopped her.
"No! U-uhh… sorry… it's really special to me. It was my sister's. The only thing I got after she died." Kenny dusted off the doll and sat it back down in its place. It slumped to one side. The doll was among sports memorabilia and a few other knickknacks; a Colorado Rockies signed baseball, a John Elway signed photograph, along with a photo of his sister Karen and him next to the doll.
"O-oh… I see." Karen frowned. "It's sad that's the only thing you got."
"That was the only thing that she cherished most. She always said that I could have it if anything happened to her." Kenny explained.
There was a long, drawn out silence.
"A-anyways…" Kenny started again. "Uh…" he had nothing to say.
"Ken?" Karen said after a while.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind… uhm… showing me around town? I didn't tell you, I moved from Denver and I'm not so familiar with this town yet."
"Yeah, I don't mind at all. I haven't been out in a while; I took a break from my job after… you know…"
"I understand." Karen put a hand on Kenny's shoulder. "A nice walk would do both of us good."
"And that's the elementary school I attended." Kenny pointed to the school as they walked past it. "The middle and high school are in Fairplay, so I can't show you that."
"That's alright, Ken. This was fun. Thanks for showing me around." Karen smiled as she looked up at Kenny.
"No problem." Kenny returned the gesture. "Uhh, you hungry at all? There's a nice café down the road."
"That sounds lovely."
The two made their way down the road to the café, stopping short as Stan and Kyle strolled up to them. "Hey, Kenny." Kyle waved to his friend and Kenny nodded.
"Hey guys." Kenny replied.
"It's good to see you out and about. And with your new girlfriend, too." Stan snickered.
"Fuck off, dude." Kenny shoved Stan in the side. Stan stumbled slightly.
"Just joking. Hi, I'm Stan, and this is Kyle." Stan introduced himself to Karen, and Kyle nodded along.
"Nice to meet you, finally. I don't think we were properly introduced the other day." Karen smiled, and Kenny thought he saw her blush slightly.
"What, are you two on a date, too?" Kenny joked to Stan, motioning to Kyle.
"Date?" Kyle scowled. "With this loser, here?" Kyle pointed to Stan with his thumb. Stan glared playfully.
"Joking." Kenny laughed.
"Haven't seen that laugh in two weeks. Karen must be cheering you up." Kyle grinned.
"She's pretty cool." Kenny felt his face heat up.
"I hope I'm making him feel comfortable. He showed me around town, so I owe him one." Karen smiled.
"Well, see you guys around." And with a wave goodbye, Stan and Kyle disappeared down the sidewalk.
The two sat on the patio area of the café, enjoying the nice weather for a change. It had snowed a few days ago, the sun finally making itself useful and melting it off a little. Kenny took a sip of his coffee, Karen taking a bite out of her sandwich in turn. "Well, this is nice." Kenny commented.
"Very." Karen replied, her mouth full. "Oh, shoot… I've got to get groceries tonight."
"Do you need me to help you with that?" Kenny asked.
"No, you've done too much for me already." Karen replied with a smile, whipping her mouth with a napkin. "Trust me, I can do it."
"Alright." Kenny's voice was laced with worry.
"I can take care of myself, Kenny. I'll be fine." Karen assured him. "I know my way around town now, thanks to you."
"I shouldn't have waited until nine at night to get these damn groceries…" mumbled Karen as she walked home from the market. "I should have driven… damn it's cold out tonight." She shivered. "Maybe I should have let Ken help me with these…"
Kenny jolted awake, allowing his breathing to steady. His heart was racing. Something was wrong. "Karen…" Kenny rubbed his forehead, sitting up in bed, the sheets shuffling around him in the dark. He shuffled out of bed, turning on the light. Slipping on a shirt, Kenny looked out the window just in time to see Karen walking through an alley. "What the fuck is she doing out this late…" Kenny mumbled to himself. He noticed the bags in her hands and sighed. "She needs someone with her this late at night. Jesus."
Kenny noticed a shady figure turn around the corner after Karen. It looked like he was armed with a knife. Kenny's eyes widened. He knew what he had to do.
Karen turned into a dark alleyway, the way to get back to the apartment building was just around the corner and she'd rather go down a shady alley than have to go around all of the buildings surrounding it. Bad decision.
"Hand over the wallet and you don't get hurt." A dark voice said from behind her. Karen swallowed. She spun around slowly.
"P-please… I don't have much money, I just bought these, and-"
"Shut up, bitch." The perpetrator snapped. He held a knife in his hand, lunging at the poor girl and knocking her into the wall behind her. "I said, hand it over." He held the sharp knife against her neck. Karen felt her neck sting and something drip down, and she winced.
"Let her go." A gruff voice sounded from above. Karen looked up; a silhouette showed itself in front of the full moon. The figure dropped down from the building with grace and ease. Mysterion's cape flowed behind him, making a ruffling sound as he dropped to the ground.
"Who the fuck are you?" growled the perpetrator.
"A guardian angel, watching over the streets at night."
"That's fucking stupid."
"Stupider than kicking your ass?" God that sounded stupid. Kenny mentally scolded himself.
Mysterion lunged at the perpetrator, knocking him down. He pulled his own knife on him, holding it against the man's throat. "Try it again." Mysterion's foot connected with the man's jaw, and a crack was heard. There was genuine fear in the man's eyes. "Leave now and you won't get killed."
The man trembled as Mysterion towered over him; the man slowly crawling away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Once he had gone away, Mysterion turned to Karen.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"F-fine, thank you." Karen trembled. "W-who are you?"
"I am Mysterion."
Karen looked him up and down. Kenny had improved his costume over the years; he had gotten rid of the underwear on the outside, upgraded to spikes on the side of his arms and well as a grappling hook on his utility belt. His trademark fireworks were in a pouch on his waist. He had the same mask, same cape and attire. The question mark on his hood was still there as well.
"O-oh… t-thank you… for saving me, Mysterion."
By the time she had thanked him, he was gone. Karen made her way to her apartment, her hands trembling as she unlocked the door. "I-I better tell Ken about this." she mumbled to herself, her eyes wide with fear. "I don't want to be alone anymore at night if I need something."
Once Karen had put away her groceries, she knocked on Kenny's door. There was a shuffling from beyond the door, and the lock clicked, unlatching it. Kenny looked at Karen with half opened eyes, his hair messy and he was shirtless. He had to look like he was sleeping or Karen would know. "Yeah?" Kenny asked groggily.
"O-oh, Ken, I'm s-sorry to wake you up, but… n-nevermind." Karen's face was red as she looked him up and down.
"No, it's fine. What do you need, Karen?"
"I-I just…"
"You can come in; you don't have to stand out here."
"O-oh… okay."
The two walked into Kenny's apartment, Kenny shutting and locking the door behind the two. "What's up?"
"I-I, uhh…" Karen started. Kenny looked at her. "I ran into trouble… I was stupid and went to go get groceries this late at night… and someone… saved me."
"Oh?" Kenny raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"This… man. In a cape. Like in one of those superhero movies."
Kenny tried to contain a laugh, but failed.
"It's true, Ken!"
"You're not hurt are you?" Kenny peered at the cut on Karen's neck. Her neck was smeared with blood, making it look worse than it really was.
"It's just a scratch. No big deal." Karen answered.
"I'll get a Band-Aid." Kenny searched through his cabinets until he found a box of Band-Aids. He opened the box and pulled one out, approaching Karen. He peeled off the Band-Aid from the wrapper, placing it on her neck. "There."
"T-thanks, Ken…" Karen's face was still red.
"Now go get some sleep, alright?" Kenny motioned Karen to the door. "It's late. You can tell me more in the morning."
