Okay, just a few quick pointers before Stenny fans read any further. I should warn you that this story will contain coarse language, sex, violence and some dark themes. If any sensitive readers can't read this, then it's understandable. I had a hard time deciding if this should be M-rated or T-rated. I'll go with T-rated for now, but it may or may not change. But for now, read a couple chapters and see where it goes. Thanks for choosing AG07 story! Happy reading!
My name is Kenny McCormick and I'm an ordinary guy like any other. I come from a very poor family because both my parents were drug-addicts and alcoholics. As a result, we were constantly on welfare which means I live a life of hardship. The only family-member I could count on was my little sister Karen. We both shared a determination to make something of ourselves instead on following the example of our parents. However not all things were so bad.
I had great friends who I can always rely on. They're the ones who have been taking care of my ass for years. And yet…nobody knew that I was Mysterion. On a regular school-day, I was walking down the familiar halls of high-school with my book-bag and textbooks. Like always I was receiving a lot of lusty stares from the girls as I went by them. But today I wasn't paying any attention to them because I was still tired from last night's events. How strange… It usually turns me on when I have attractive girls taking my clothes off with their eyes. Instead I found it all boring.
I've been enjoying oral sex since the age of nine; I've slept with half the girls in this school. It started out fun and exciting at first, but after a while it began to feel unfulfilling and meaningless. Girls only saw me as the perfect guy for secret affairs or one night stands. The truth is it wasn't love. Approaching my locker, I opened it up and caught my reflection in the side-mirror. I was a sexy blonde, my golden tresses was hidden under my orange-hood while wearing a white t-shirt underneath and wearing orange-jeans and brown sneakers. My eyes were the shade of a blue-sky. And then in my mirror, that's when I saw "him" coming my way.
Stanley Marsh was one of the popular guys at high-school with a grand reputation that truly preceded him. He's the kind of guy who's well-liked by everyone. Not to mention he's one of my best friends since preschool. Stan has a lot going for him right now. He likes to volunteer at the South Park Animal Precinct where he helps to find stray animals or rescue them from abuse. He was an avid animal-lover. Stan also was a star athlete where he excelled at any sport he played. He's so good at it that parents always want him to coach their kids' games. And lastly, Stan was a handyman who was great working with his hands. He could repair anything with the right tools at his belt. Needless to say, Stan Marsh was a real dreamboat.
"Hey, what's up Kenny?" Stan greeted me with that dazzling smile that always made my heart stop. "Did you hear the latest news about Mysterion?" Stan was always talking about my alter-ego. As usual, I went along with it.
"I sure did. That Mysterion really knows how to keep an audience," I said with a knowing smile.
Standing not too far away, Eric Cartman slammed his locker shut with a heavy scowl. "That no good glory-hogging asshole! Thinks he can go running around like some hot-shit! They should let me shoot that bastard on sight!" Cartman wasn't one of my biggest fans.
Eric Cartman was a notorious bad-ass punk who loved living on the edge. He was constantly getting into trouble with the law, opening up shady businesses, or just being a plain ol' sociopath. The guy's been getting into trouble since we were kids. As black as his heart may be, Eric did have a soft spot for someone. And that would be…
"What's this? I leave for two minutes and already you're acting like some crazy sonofabitch on the loose?" Kyle Broflovski showed up to drag his boyfriend away by the ear.
Kyle Broflovski was another good friend of mines and the only Jew in town. Kyle was smart, compassionate, and kind where he too has an impressive reputation. He was known to make special donations to hospitals, charities, and worthy causes. Kyle was very intelligent, he went so far as to teach children how to read and even help other students with their schoolwork. He was now in a relationship with Cartman and the two of them were always bickering like a married couple. A Jew and Nazi together…kinda ironic if you think about it.
"Ey quit that! You know I'm totally seriously about that Mysterion prick! Maybe I can cause a lynching on that guy," Cartman said, his lips curving into a devious smirk.
"You won't do no such thing," Kyle scolded him with arms akimbo. "Besides, Mysterion isn't hurting anyone. Can't see why you'd care unless you're afraid I'll dump your fatass for Mysterion."
Cartman's face reddens at once. "Grrrr… You better not you Jewish shrew! If you do, you know I'll kill that boyfriend-stealing dickwad!" he threatened.
I gulped nervously at that comment. I hope Cartman never finds out I'm the Dark Angel of the night. I hate to think what he'd do to me if he found out that I'm Mysterion. It's amazing seeing how Kyle reached his hand down to start caressing his boyfriend's crotch which brought Cartman to his knees. Eric Cartman was an intimidating badass, and yet Kyle's the only one who can tame him. Smiling seductively, Kyle pressed his warm lips onto his boyfriend's ear to give a sultry moan and whispered softly.
"Do you want me to give your balls a massage with my mouth?" Kyle offered.
"I do…," Cartman replied.
"Then lose the shitty attitude, fatass!"
Stan and I stood awkwardly by our lockers while Kyle and Cartman kissed each other eagerly. I actually thought it was hot. I'll bet their make-up sex was incredible. I envied the sexual chemistry between them. I should know because I'm quite the sex expert myself. However sex has been kinda stale for me lately. Maybe I just want to be with someone who I can love. As a quick distraction, I watched Stan open up his locker. I saw countless pictures of Mysterion cut out from newspaper clippings taped to the side. I noticed how Stan gazed at those pictures with loving care and went so far as to touch them fondly with his finger.
Stan has a thing for Mysterion. He follows the stories of the Dark Angel religiously. And he was constantly hoping that one day he would get to meet his crush. Stan Marsh was a handsome hunk with a masculine physique that had all the girls chasing him. But the only problem? No matter how many beautiful, smart or charismatic girls tried asking him out on a date, Stan turned them all down. He didn't want a girlfriend so he's been single ever since. The only serious girlfriend he's ever had was Wendy Testaburger. But she left him for the even more popular Bridon Gueermo.
At that moment, Kyle came over and noticed Stan admiring his collection of Mysterion pictures. Kyle shook his head with a slight frown. "Honestly Stan, I don't know what you see in the guy. You don't even know who he really is."
"I wish I did," Stan said wistfully.
This put a smile on my face yet it also made me sad at the same time. Stan was into Mysterion, not Kenny. I've been in love with him for years and never once did Stan ever really notice me. To him I was only a friend. And besides, I was out of his league anyway. Nevertheless I continued listening in on Stan's and Kyle's conversation.
"I don't know who this Mysterion guy is. But I'll tell you one thing. You're not the only one who's got a thing for him," Kyle pointed out. "Half the girls in our school are obsessed with Mysterion too."
At the mention of this, Stan was looking gloomy as he closed his locker shut and thought about what Kyle just told him. "Yeah, you're right. How could an average guy like me ever hope to catch the attention of the elusive Mysterion?"
How ironic that Stan didn't think he was good enough for Mysterion, just like how I, Kenny McCormick, didn't think I was good enough for him. I was the poorest guy around and I didn't have much to offer. Even though I started working as a waiter at the new café that just opened up downtown, it still wasn't enough. I'll never be the kind of man Stanley Marsh deserves. Now I closed my locker shut and joined my friends. But it was difficult having to pretend that I didn't have feelings for Stan.
Later on in Study Hall, we were all lazily sitting at our desks, either finishing school-work or just fooling around. I was working on some math problems that I needed to get done. Kyle was quietly reading a book he got from the library. Stan and Cartman along with other friends were all having a big discussion. Today they wanted to talk about the mysteries of Mysterion. I listened in to what was being said. Everyone had a different opinion about my alter-ego.
"Mysterion is like the hottest guy around. What I wouldn't give to have him as my boyfriend," Bebe Stevens was saying. She was another one of my biggest admirers.
"Mysterion appears to be a hero, but what do we really know about him?" Wendy Testaburger couldn't help but question. "It's great that he helps people and all, but why does he do it? What is Mysterion's motive?"
Then Craig Tucker spoke up. "My parents think Mysterion is a con artist. They say he's a no good crook running around on the streets and he's not to be trusted. It only makes sense. Mysterion is always doing something illegal."
"I don't think that's necessarily true," Butters Stotch argued. "I mean sure… My parents don't like Mysterion either, but I never thought of him as a bad guy. He does good things and never asks for anything in return. I kinda like Mysterion. But um…don't tell my parents that or they'll ground me for it."
The big debate continued with even Token Black sharing his opinions. "Well I think Mysterion is an attention-seeker. He's probably some crazy guy with serious issues who runs around getting himself into trouble. Mysterion is always doing suspicious things at night-time so who knows what he's really up to."
I don't say anything. But I listened to all the negative comments they were saying about my alter-ego. I was used to hearing criticism but it was still hurtful. I guess Mysterion has both his fans and his haters. I was about to return to my math equations when I happened to notice the look on Stan's face. Surprisingly Stan didn't join the conversation; he was also listening to what the others were saying. He looked upset about something. And then he got up from his desk, asked the teacher permission to go to the bathroom and left the classroom.
Sensing that something was wrong, I put my math homework aside and also asked the teacher to go to the bathroom too. I was able to catch up with Stan out in the hallway. He turned around when I approached him. It looked like something was bothering Stan. Stan was the most sensitive one in our group, but that's what I liked about him. Now that I was alone with him, I smiled in spite of myself. I still fantasized about being with Stan. But Stanley Marsh was like the glowing sun…he was always going to be out of my reach. I was nothing but a friend to him.
"Hey Stan. Is everything okay? You were in a big hurry to get out of there," I said gently.
"I'm alright. I uh…just needed to clear my head, that's all." Stan still looked troubled. I think I know what the problem was.
"You wouldn't happen to be upset about what people are saying about Mysterion, are you?" I asked him.
After a moment, Stan finally started confiding in me. "It's just…how can they do that? How can people talk that way about Mysterion?"
I kept quiet as Stan went on ranting. "I don't care what anyone says. Mysterion's not the bad guy that people make him out to be. He's a good person who's trying to bring back decency and virtues to this town. He's a kind-hearted soul who has compassion for those who need it the most. Now why should people hate him for that?"
Stan sounded really passionate about it, especially seeing how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about my alter-ego. I wish it was me he was praising. But he doesn't know that I'm the Dark Angel of the night… I put an arm around Stan's shoulders and in a attempt to cheer him up. I knew just the thing that would take his mind off of things.
"Don't worry. I heard Mysterion is a pretty tough guy who can handles the critics in town very well," I assured him. "But enough about that… Your birthday is coming up. Do you have any plans?"
October 19 is Stan's seventeenth birthday and we always went to the coolest places to celebrate. We walked through the halls while peeking into other classrooms along the way. We stopped by the water-fountain to get sips of water and while standing there, Stan looked up and flashed me a grin that made my heart do a somersault. Luckily he couldn't see my blushing face on account of it being hidden behind my orange-hoodie. I was so shy around him… However Stan started saying something to me that I had to snap myself out of my trance just to listen to what he was saying.
"I was thinking about having a party over at my place. My mother even went and ordered me a birthday cake from the local bakery. You coming?" Stan asked me.
"Of course dude. I'll be there," I said. I'll always be there for you, Stan. I'm waiting for you… Nothing but my usual wishful thoughts.
Stan gazed into my sky-blue eyes as if he could sense my longing for him. "Actually there is something I would like for my birthday," he admitted. "But it's kinda embarrassing…"
"C'mon, tell me! What is it? I promise I won't laugh," I said with a sincere grin.
Now it was Stan's turn to blush as he leant in and told me in a low voice. "Well what I really would like for my birthday is…to meet Mysterion."
The grin disappeared from my face; I wasn't expecting this birthday request. I'm not so sure if this was such a good idea. Nobody knows about my secret identity as the hooded guardian, Mysterion. I was careful to keep my alter-ego separated from my regular life. And now my biggest fan, Stanley Marsh, wanted to meet his favorite hero. What should I do? I decided to play it by ear.
"So erm…you want to meet Mysterion? Gee, I don't know Stan. Mysterion is never in one place for long and he's always on the go. People have only gotten glimpses of him on the streets and photographers have a hard time capturing him on film. Mysterion is a shy creature; he doesn't just show himself to anyone."
But Stan wasn't about to be discouraged. "Yeah I know all that. But I really want to meet him," he insisted. "Mysterion is amazing. He's like this big mystery that everyone is trying to solve. It's been my biggest dream to find Mysterion and talk to him. Sometimes it's all I ever think about…"
Stan got this far-out look on his face and he looked absolutely entranced by the idea of meeting Mysterion. It was enough to make me jealous. It also left me wondering what to do. I was torn between two parts of myself. I love Stan… I would do anything to make him happy. Just how far was I willing to go? I still couldn't make up my mind. But when I looked into Stan's dancing midnight-blue eyes, my desire overruled any logical thought I had. Leaning against the locker, there were some things I needed to know first before I did anything crazy.
"Okay… So let's say hypothetically that you do meet Mysterion. What would you do? What would you say to him?" I wanted to know.
Giving me that popular smile of his, what Stan said next touched my heart. "If I meet Mysterion, I'd tell him that I think he's the greatest. I let him know that there's nothing wrong with going around helping innocent people who desperately need it. The world may seem like a dark place but Mysterion reminds us all that there are still some good decent people out there who are willing to spread kindness and goodwill. "That's…what I would tell him."
I was deeply moved by Stan's powerful speech that I couldn't stop smiling. Afterwards we headed back to class, but along the way, I finally made up my mind. I decided to grant Stan his birthday wish and let him meet his all-time favorite crime-fighter, Mysterion. I'm pretty sure there was no harm in it. Besides, I would do anything for him. If this was the only way to get Stan to notice me, then so be it…