Blue Flame
Summary: Coon and Friends reform after a new superhero emerges from the darkness, along with villainous threats directed at their tiny town… slash, though mainly creek.
A/N: I like how this story has been received so far! God, I've been ignoring my other stories too! Especially my ZaDR one; aw, I feel bad for it now. Yep, I own nothing but this story. South Park belongs to Matt and Trey… sadly.
Gah, short chapter is short! But, I updated... PRAISE ME! And acrylic paint is a bitch. -_- Some Dip, if anything. Pathetic chapter, I'm so tired.
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Craig slept in bed with Tweek that night, exhausted; the blonde pushed down his fears enough to let the raven haired teen sleep beside him in a cuddle. Tweek was mostly awake that night, watching his heroic boyfriend sleep while he drifted in and out of consciousness, his insomnia denying him the sleep most needed to function during the day.
He promised Craig he'd awaken him at around four in the morning so that he could get home before his alarm went off; Tweek ran a twitchy, loving touch over the sleeping teens face, blushing when he let his eyes gaze at the slim, fairly near naked form. Craig had shed the long cloak and threw the black hat on Tweek's dresser so he was only wearing the black pants; the blonde twitched when Craig subconsciously reached out, allowing himself to be held by the unconscious hero.
He really did want to go further with Craig; but, then his mind would always deceive him, bringing up all these different scenarios and fears. And, every time Tweek saw the disappointment in Craig's normally apathetic ice blue eyes, it pained Tweek. Why can't I do this? Tweek wondered drowsily, nestling his face into the crook of Craig's neck, letting sleep take him for a small time.
Unknowingly, the sleeping lovers didn't know someone was watching them…
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"Aw, don't they look cute together, Lucifer?" Gabriel cooed, still clinging to the demon's back as he levitated so they could view through the window.
"Honestly, Gab, shut up," he responded, rolling his blood red eyes, though he smirked, practically sensing the resulting pout on the British boys fair lips.
"Well, that wasn't very polite," the little hero responded, but rested his head on the demon's shoulder, not continuing until Damien floated down from the window, planting his feet in the snow with a crunch.
"Ah, so do we return to Mysterion now?" the blonde asked, jumping onto the ground as well. "Tell him what we found?" The blonde suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a warm chest. A face buried itself in his blonde bob-length hair, sighing deeply.
"You're so ravishable, Pip; do you know that?" Damien's silky demonic voice murmured sensually; the blonde's face flushed adorably at the attention.
"N-Now, Damien, I'm Gabriel right now," Pip stuttered, nervously. The demon smirked again, pulling the smaller blonde closer.
"Alright, Gabriel; let's go report to Mysterion… But, after we're home, we're playing our own little game," he murmured, trailing a kiss on the shorter ones neck. The two started dissolving, as if turning into clouds; the cloak Damien wore when he became Lucifer was a surreal one, adding to his own magical capabilities. The swirling clouds the cloak dissipated into now climbed, making the two beneath the cloak disappear without a trace.
Tweek opened the window again, looking down confusedly.
"Ack! I could've sworn I heard voices!" he mumbled, before closing the window once more, locking it.
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Mysterion, Human Kite, Toolshed, Professor Chaos, and Mosquito waited for the angel-demon pair to return, bored. The stuttering blonde with the metal mask had returned to his sketchbook, creating a detailed sketch of Mysterion, who was sitting on the table again, resting his head against wall and watching the artist carefully. Mosquito had become bored of searching Craig and this new superhero and began playing an online zombie game, the sound in the room fighting between the news and the strangled moans of dying zombies. Kite and Tool had become quite tired, seeing as it was almost midnight, and were sitting on the floor against the wall, lids drooping.
Mysterion sighed, resisting rolling his stick neck and ruining the picture the villain-turned-hero was drawing.
"…Are you finished your drawing, Chaos?" the hooded hero asked. The blonde boy jumped, surprised by the gruff voice, making the hero smirk.
"U-Uh, yeah, M-Mysterion!" he stuttered. "Y-You didn't have to sit still, y'know; I- I was just…" The hooded hero sat up, resting his gloved arms on his knees before turning the picture so he could see it.
"It's good," he stated simply, though he was actually stunned by the amount of detail in the pencil sketch of him. It was quite realistic; Chaos stammered at the compliment received from the hero.
"Gee, thanks, Ke- uh, Mysterion," the blonde stammered, rubbing his knuckles together and the visible parts of his face blushing. The hooded hero smirked, amused by the reaction he got from the blonde before looking towards the stairs with worry.
"They should've been back by now," he stated. "If they don't hurry, Cartman'll get here and go ape shit if he knew we'd been doing this."
"Maybe they got, 'caught up' if you know what I mean," Mosquito said, with an eye roll.
"They wouldn't do that; they never have before," Mysterion dismissed, glancing at the teen on the computer. With an indignant eye roll, the bloodsucker themed hero turned back to his computer, zoning out before a pair of hands covered his eyes; he yelped in surprise, hand instinctively reaching to the syringe on his belt, and stabbing it into the arm that the hand belonged to, hearing a snap of metal.
"Peek-a-boo," a voice chuckled, making Mosquito growl.
"Goddamn it, Dami- Lucifer!" the victim exclaimed when he pulled his hands away. "Seriously, stop fucking doing that to people."
"I don't think I will; too entertaining to let go," the demon stated, stifling amused laughter. The cheery little British hero walked over to the table, fixing his mask slightly as he stood before the unspoken 'leader' of Coon and Friends.
"Well, we have found out that this new hero is Craig Tucker!" he announced. "And that the reason he's doing this has something to do with Tweek, whom he appears to care for quite fondly!" Mysterion nodded, eyes thoughtful.
"Didn't think they were like that but, that's rather informative," he murmured. "Thanks, guys, for coming. I'll message you when we have anouther meeting; I'm going to find some place other than fat ass' basement. Eventually, he won't fall for the same joke again." With that final announcement, he watched as the group left; demon-angel pair dissolving away under the cloak, Stan nudged Kyle and the two dragged themselves up the stairs, and Chaos followed behind, glancing at Mysterion for a moment before continuing. Mosquito, however, hung back for longer than usual.
"Something wrong, Mosquito?" Mysterion asked, leaning against the wall as he walked toward him. Surprisingly, the hero walked over, pulling the mask off his face and putting it on the table.
"I quit," he stated simply, taking off the sash of syringes as well.
"Why?"
"Look, Kenny, nothing happens around here anymore; last time something serious happened, I was the odd one out. You're the leader, Damien and Pip have a place here; and Stan and Kyle are your best friends. Hell, even Butters is more useful than I am; I just don't want to hold anyone back," Clyde explained. Mysterion sighed.
"Losing anouther member places the team short, Clyde; you'd be doing more harm by leaving than staying."
"Look, Kenny, you've already seen what Craig is doing; get him. I'm just too fucking busy to be doing this anymore; between football, honors classes, and working at the theatre, staying up late, playing hero and running from the cops is going to start weighing my normal life down." Clyde's intense stare broke for a moment, directed at the floor. "If we ever got caught…"
"I understand; it was an honor to have you on the team for so long, Mosquito." With an understanding nod between the two, Clyde turned and walked away. Mysterion looked down at the discarded mask and weapons; he did realize how left out Clyde must've felt in the gang.
Mosquito was the only hero who didn't have a regular partner in the group; Kite and Tool were with each other, naturally, as well as with Gab and Luc, and Mysterion often paired himself with Chaos. Normally, if Token were still in the group, Clyde would be paired with him, but Token also left after a while; he thought it was childish and would rather be with his girlfriend on Saturday nights.
Really, it was only a matter of time, Mysterion thought with a sigh. This gives us all the more reason to recruit Craig; but how are we going to convince that asshole to join us? Then, something else occurred to him. Is Craig even a hero? What if he's a villain? Craig's entire superhero/villain identity was a mystery; Mysterion was beginning to think it was just something he threw together last minute.
With a thoughtful hum, the hooded hero ambled out of the basement and through the living room, disappearing into the shadows once he was out of the home.
I'll confront him tomorrow.
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Craig sat in his Chemistry class, chin resting in his palm, the normal bored expression in his ice blue eyes; out of all of his classes, this was the one he and Tweek didn't share. They even had Gym and Lunch together. But, Craig thought in the most optimistic way he could muster (being Craig), lunch is next so we can go to his parents coffee house. Fuck yes.
So, Craig suffered through the boring class, listening to the formulas, and scientific explanations, with little actual interest; only occasional note taking so the teacher doesn't have a cow and accuse him of not listening to the lesson. He resisted a yawn, exhausted and aching; jumping from roof to roof was killer for his legs.
A piece of paper fell on his desk, his eyes flickering down at the paper briefly before opening it and reading the message.
Craig, I know who you are; meet me on the roof of the elementary school at 9:30 tonight.
Mysterion
The only surprise that showed on his face was the slight glance around the room, before he ripped the paper and put the shreds in his binder. Of course he knew Mysterion by reputation, and that he was a kid from their fourth grade class but, really, the identity was still a mystery, along with anyone else in his group. But, in this class…?
The only people from that class back then presently in this chemistry class was Kyle, Stan, Token, Pip, and Cartman; he immediately ruled out the last one, seeing as everyone knows the failure that's the Coon. He figured Pip was too small and scrawny, plus his cheery british voice could never match the gruff, scratchy ruse the hooded hero uses. So, Token, Stan, or Kyle? It still didn't make sense to him.
"Damn it, Cartman!" Kyle suddenly burst out.
"Kyle, what's the problem this time?" the teacher growled, this behaviour expected of the pair. Even split up across the room, they fought constantly.
"Cartman's belittling my religion again and has a page covered in swastikas!" he accused.
"EY! The swastika is a sign of PEACE! You with respect mah-,"
"Cartman, Kyle, to the office again," the teacher ordered before a brawl could start.
"But I didn't-,"
"NOW!" The class chuckled as the two left, again, Stan sending the red head a sympathetic look while Craig simply diverted his gaze to the window. This happened every other day, it was actually starting to piss Craig off; with the teacher's back turned, he flipped off the empty doorway just for the small release of his frustration. Sighing, he continued to ponder over the note for the rest of class.
Even after that, Tweek could feel something was on Craig's mind but didn't question it. Eventually, it was late enough that Craig made an excuse to depart from the concerned blonde and ran home, prepared to meet the hero known as Mysterion. He quickly stripped down before pulling on the black jeans and wrapping the cloak on him, also switching out his blue chullo for the black one hidden within his closet; the most time consuming part of his costume was the vibrant blue flame painted over his left eye.
Because girly Craig was not, he used a neon blue and metallic silver acrylic paint mixture over make-up; he'd never hear the end of it if anyone, especially his dad, found blue eye make-up in his closet. The paint can be much more easily explained, even if scrubbing it off was a bitch to do.
Once the flame was done, shining in the low lighted room and creating the illusion of making Craig's icy blue eyes almost flicker and glow like a flame, he grabbed the final item from his closet before departing; the long, thin, yet lethal sword within it's holster. He grabbed it carelessly, clipped it to his belt, and then walked over to his window; the sky was dark.
The clock on his nightstand read that it was almost 9; he decided it would be best to go now, before it got too late.
Crouching on the window sill and glancing around, he suddenly jumped up, grabbing hold of the gutter and flipping himself onto the roof using his muscles; although he had lean muscles, weaker than most, he could handle the weight of his own body, unlike some of the stronger boys he knew. Crouching on the roof, he figured out the best way to get to the school by roof and started his silent run, hopping from one roof to the next; the only problems he ever had were when he crossed some snow covered ice but he easily recovered.
This Mysterion guy better be fucking serious about whatever he wants from me, Craig thought. What the hell could he want anyways?
To be continued…
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Sorry bout the sudden ending, but I haven't posted for a while so I want to say that I'm still here, just suffering from my curse; insomnia! What a bitch it is, to go a week without sleep.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! And happy belated Valentines to the rest of you, coincidently the same date of my birth. Heh, Beyond Birthday. ^^
Yeah, really, don't expect many updates! I only did this because I really want to continue this story but it's soooooooooooooo tedious! Cal me lazy, which I am, but I want to sleep! BECAUSE I'VEBEEN AWAKE FOR OVER 140 HOURS! Ugh.
Good night to you, good wandering-around-town-past-midnight-boredom for me. Let's hope I'm not abducted! Naw, I won't, the persons know me…..
I also apologize for crappy grammar or weird sentence structure near end but my mind is dead today. BYE!