I know, I've been slow as fuck. Better late than never I guess.
First of all, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, and that this should be a late gift for you all.
Second of all, the story isn't even halfway through and it already has over 1500 views and has the highest follower count compared to the rest of my stories, so thank you so much!
Alchemy, yeah Kenny is being peer pressured so hard right now! XD. Yates returning also needed to happen, considering it would otherwise just leave a gaping plot hole, so, yeah. Smarvin, let's just say Yates will be taking a backseat in this story. 001, Coon's voice is slightly deeper and more animalistic, kinda like Wolverine's, so that's why it's nothing more than slightly familiar. Lyoko, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the rest of this story as much as I do writing it! And Max, you sure caught up fast! Glad you're here, and what are your opinions of the other stories? Would love to know!
Anyway, this might be my last chapter till 2018, so if it is, Happy New Year!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
[OKAY, um, I debated about including this little warning for a bit before finally adding it in, but fuck it what harm can it cause? Basically, if you don't wanna see Mama Cartman getting beat up or if you're just not a fan of women beating in general, then skip to the safe point.]
3rd Person PoV
Laughter fills the air as Liane Cartman crashes to the stage floor.
"Holy hell! You people are still entertained by this chick? I only intended this as a Christmas present to all of you, but it's fucking June now! Holy shit!" A man in a red mask paces from side to side, holding a whip in his hand as an audience of around 20 watches from behind a glass wall at his little "show"
He whips her on the back a few times, making her cry in agony, before having her face pressed up against the glass. A few henchmen walk towards it, banging on the glass and making faces at her until she's dragged away.
"Sorry folks, she's not for sale!" He says, pulling her back on her feet until he's right up behind her.
"However… that doesn't mean we don't get to see the goods!" He laughs, beginning to unclasp her bra..
[SAFE]
Suddenly the doors burst open, and a blonde man strolls in with a katana at his belt.
The henchmen turn towards him, and fear fills most of their eyes. They've seen what the Overlord has done, and they laugh, but that all changes when they gaze at the man's scar on his eye.
"The Professor Of Chaos. What a, pleasant, surprise." The Overlord says, gritting his teeth under his mask.
Chaos smirks, enjoying the gangster's obvious annoyance. "A word alone, if you please." He demands.
He stares him down for a few seconds, before fixing Liane's bra.
"I suppose this little show has come to an early end. Everyone, get the fuck out." He orders his henchmen as they all groan.
The gunmen all push past the Professor, some giving him dirty looks, but the last one does more than that.
"Some fucking kid with delusions is the reason I won't get off today? Fuck you, you piece of shit." He spits at him.
Chaos sighs, before unsheathing his katana and slicing the gunman's throat. The rest watch in horror as he collapses to the ground, clutching his throat as he gargles, succumbing to his death.
Tenorman raises his eyebrow under his mask as the rest quickly leave the room. Satisfied, Butters wipes his sword clean before sheathing it.
"Was that really necessary? Now I have to find some other cunt who's willing to spend his days guarding this shit hole until I say otherwise." The Overlord says.
"If only I did that before most of your men were wiped out by some cosplayer with anger issues." He chuckles.
"Fuck you too." He replies, attempting to drag the beaten woman off the stage.
"Ah, ah, let her stay for a bit longer." He moves closer to the glass, examining her.
"Wait a minute, is that the fatass's whore of a mother?" He asks.
"Yeah, she's a tough little bitch." He replies.
"That must have pissed him off. Has he tried looking for you or has he been eating his emotions at KFC?"
"Actually, he disappeared about a week after. Nobody's seen him since." The Overlord replies.
"Why are you keeping her so fat? All the chicks in the hall of whores back there look like they've had to share a slice of bread between them." He asks, slightly surprised.
"She's my prized possession, and of course the boys prefer someone with, a little more meat on their bones." He smirks.
"Eugh, don't get into detail about it." Chaos steps back, disgusted. "You know, I nearly cut up her fat son with this very sword. If only I could do that to her.."
"She's not for sale. Besides, I have an ending way worse planned for her." Scott smirks, remembering the way Cartman was ready to explode when he told him his plans. "But anyway, why are you here?"
"Simple. I need your men to hop into their little vans and go kidnap some test subjects. Preferably ones from South Park." He says.
"Test subjects? I'm financing your operation because I want the Coon taken care of, not so you can work on some science project!" The Overlord angrily retorts.
"Yes, and how do you plan on subduing this guy? You want him taken care of but not dead, remember? I just need to lure him into a trap, but I need a certain toxin for this to work. So, again, find me some test subjects please? Ones that actually give me enjoyment in torturing them, not these pathetic whores begging for any kind of death.
"Fine! But this be worth it." He says, before dragging the woman off the stage.
"Oh, it will be…" Chaos smirks.
Kenny's PoV
"You want something to drink kid? Like, coffee, soda-"
"Got any whiskey?" I reply, and Yates seems a little taken back by this.
"Kid, you're not aloud to drink until you're 21." He looks at me.
"Oh, so even after resigning as Police Sergeant of South Park and Denver, you're still trying to enforce the law? What's ironic is that you say this to a former vigilante." We chuckle a bit.
"Heh. I suppose I forgot about that part." He says as he begins making some coffee.
I check my phone for any missed calls from Bebe, but she's done nothing since yesterday. Shit. Setting my phone down on the table, I notice there's quite a few chairs for someone who lives on their own.
"This house feels a little, empty, doesn't it?" I ask him, and he freezes.
"Yeah well, that happens if your wife leaves you…" He says, and I internally curse at myself.
"I am, so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine kid, honestly. I bet you understand this more than I do anyway. I'm sorry about your sister, and your father, that must be hell for you and your mother to go through."
"Thank you. I honestly can't believe what my brother is going through. He hasn't tried to keep contact with us since the funeral. Hell, he didn't even visit Karen in hospital…" My hands begin to shake, before I take deep breaths.
"Why did you call me here? Hell how did you even find my number?" I ask.
"I'm an ex-Police-Sergeant, you seriously believe I don't know how to find a phone number?" He jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Seeing I'm not chuckling, he continues. "I called you here to bring you up to date on the current situation. And, some other things you might want to know."
"Why would I want to know anything? Can't I just be left out of this?" I begin to get angry.
"Kenny, I've managed to gather a shit ton of information, and if I can't do anything to stop this I might as well pass it on to a guy who could. Whether you take up the mask or not, this information is safer with you." He says, and I sigh in defeat.
"Fine. My weekends have been getting boring anyway." I say, and he stands up.
"Follow me." He says, and I follow him out of the kitchen. He leads me upstairs, and finally into a room with one of the walls covered in newspaper clippings, pictures, notes and all kinds of weird detective shit.
"What the hell.." I mutter as I gaze at the cluster of information.
Some newspaper clippings have headlines like:
MASS PANIC AS POLICE ANNOUNCE CHAOS RETURN
IS MYSTERION INVOLVED IN LATEST ATTACK?
WHO IS THE COON, AND WHAT DOES HE WANT?
FITZGERALD OPENS UP ABOUT "CLAWED MENACE"
IS MYSTERION DEAD?
"The news usually spreads a lot of bullshit, but alas, sometimes they can be helpful." Yates says, before sitting down at his desk, typing on his computer.
"The fuck is the reason for all of this?" I turn to him confused.
"Well, I first began collecting information when this Coon guy started surfacing back in February. Ever since I've been collecting everything I can to find out more about him, because it's just, so intriguing." He says.
"How so?" I ask.
"Well, the dude is slaughtering an entire mob while the police can't even find out a location. And even though he does kill a shit ton of criminals, he hasn't caused a single police fatality. And the fact that Emily hates him is quite amusing." He chuckles.
"Who the fuck is Emily?" I ask.
"Emily Fitzgerald, my replacement as Sergeant. I trained her myself, along with… well that doesn't matter I suppose." He says, but I can already tell that he's talking about Mitch. Hallucinating or not, I still pressed the button that killed him, along with many others.
"There's something else about him too that intrigues me." He says.
"What?" I ask.
"Well, he's wiping out criminals but avoids the police at all costs. Makes me question his motives." He explains. "At first I thought he was just some random gangster getting revenge against the mob or something, until yesterday's incident at the University."
"I had a run in with him there. He seemed, like he really wanted to kill those shooters. He also seemed concerned about my safety, although he was a bit rude about it."
"Interesting. Although it raises a bit more questions than answers. Especially with the whole Chaos situation. After I heard about a breakout at a maximum security prison, I was a bit more sceptical than other people. I even contacted someone who survived the breakout, but he remained shady about it. After that, I assumed the worst, and I revisited the place I was when the clock tower blew." He explains, and I begin to feel guilty again.
"I found a chemical there, hidden inside the ceiling of the room you were in. Contained a few drops inside but I figured what it was after I rewatched the tape of you there. A hallucinogen, probably what caused you to go crazy in the first place. Then the bank robbery happened and I rewatched the Union Station footage, same toxin I bet. I then began drawing connections between Chaos and The Coon, But they fell through, and I concluded he isn't a part of this. But now, I'm finding a connection between Chaos and the Mob."
"Wait, what? Has he taken over the old drug ring again?" I ask.
"Not that one, the human trafficking one." As he says that, I feel uneasy. I heard that's what happened to Cartman's mom…
"Police found a van that had the same license plate as one caught on camera abducting little girls." Oh fuck.
"And, unfortunately for you, the name Mysterion has been popping up recently in Denver." He turns to me, showing a news article on how citizens are pleading for the vigilante's return.
"Well it can stay as speculation. I'm not doing anything about it." I walk out of the room.
"Now wait, listen, I know it's been hard for you but, people are beginning to lose hope." He follows me but I'm having none of it.
"And I believe I have lost more than just hope! Listen, someone else already tried to convince me, someone I really care about, and if they can't do it, then you certainly won't. Thanks for the info, but you were just wasting your time." I say, storming off.
"Kid, just, think about it." He says, but I don't reply and I leave for my house.
Later That Evening
3rd Person PoV
Yates heads back into the kitchen, opening his fridge. He grabs a microwaveable dinner and closes the fridge. However, he then notices a phone on his table. He turns it on, showing 4 missed calls from Bebe Stevens, and a voice message left from her.
"Hmm.." He wonders, before putting on a jacket and leaving the house.
A/N: Alright, I apologise if this has been a giant exposition dump, and if the story has slowed down, but the next chapter features some action, particularly from a certain Clawed Menace. But anyway, if you liked this chapter, or have any feedback whatsoever, please leave a review as that would be very much appreciated, and as always…
Thanks for Reading!