Hey guys! Welcome to the ninth chapter of "South Rain"! I am so sorry that this chapter has come so late! I've been trying to upload this chapter since at least Thursday, but for whatever reason, once I finished and clicked "Save", half of the page had disappeared! New chapter will definitely be up tomorrow. I also have been pretty damn busy due to the last few weeks of school. Luckily, the last day of school for me is June 5, so I'll be able to upload more chapters after then! In the last chapter, we saw Kyle's frantic searching for Ike and ended with the possibility that the Origami Killer kidnapped him- OHHH SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA (Thank you, "Shrek", for that awesome acronym of the word SHIT) THIS THING IS GETTING INTENSE! Anyways, in this chapter we are going to meet up with Kenny again and see how he is doing at his new job in South Park. A bit random but HOLY CRAP THIS STORY HAS 73 VIEWS! Thank you all so much! When I uploaded the first chapter of this bad boy, I thought the most views I'd get would be about ten! Now look at this! To celebrate, I made this chapter extra-long for you guys! Anyways, I really need to quit writing such long authors notes. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

NOTE: I do not own "Heavy Rain" or "South Park".

Warning: There is a lot more swearing than there has been in the past few chapters. I am going to be swearing more often in the story since the South Park boys are ALWAYS swearing and in "Heavy Rain", even the grown adults have a good swear every now and then (if you consider the definition of "every now and then" to mean "every other sentence"). By the way, if my story gets too intense for T rating and needs to be changed to M (before I make the change on my own, which will happen, warning you all now), please do let me know, since this is my first fanfiction and I don't know these things. (As of right now, I am the Butters of fanfiction: I refuse to write smut/lemon and I am trying not to get in trouble, or "grounded". Stephen Stotch: What did you just say, young lady? You're grounded! Me: OH HAMBURGERS!)


Tuesday, 7:55 p.m., 1.326 inches


Kenny's P.O.V.

I sit in the chair in front of Captain Mackey's office. "He's taking fucking forever!" I mutter to myself as I look over to the secretary, who is typing on a computer casually and occasionally sipping from a mug of coffee. She has her bright red hair in a bun and sparkling green eyes. "Hey babe, how much longer until Captain Mackey will open up his damn door?" I ask, looking over at her with a faint grin on my face. The secretary looks up from her stacks of papers and says "I'm not sure, he'll be coming out of there eventually." My grin grows into a mischievous smile as I say "Well, could you at least take me to my office? Ya know, we both have some spare time on our hands," and wink at her. She giggles and looks back down at her computer, typing madly. "Score on the first day! Nice one, McCormick!" I think to myself, mentally patting myself on the back. I am so fucking bored, so I take out my ARI glasses and glove, slip them on, and start browsing through a book that I've been reading lately. I figured out how to download books and movies onto ARI a while ago, so for my flight from Washington D.C. to South Park, I downloaded some books a few days ago.

I read the book for a few minutes until I hear a voice say "Agent McCormick?" I take off my ARI glasses and glove, put them in their respective pockets, and stand up to face Captain Mackey. He has a few black hairs on his head and has pale, gray eyes. He also is wearing a black suit with a black and gray striped tie that, for some reason, isn't tied, just thrown around his neck. Captain Mackey looks at me and seems to either check me out or judge my small figure. I know I'm smaller than most men my age, but I still am a damn good fighter if I need to be! As if he hears my thought process, Captain Donovan nods and introduces himself. "I'm agent Kenny McCormick," I say, looking at him directly in the eyes. "Nice to meet you, McCormick," Mackey says, offering his hand out to me. I take it and shake his hand briefly but firmly. "A man always should shake another man's with a firm handshake," I mutter under my breath, remembering when Chef, my best friend and mentor when I was a kid, taught me how to shake hands with someone. My parents were always fighting a lot when I was younger, so Chef more or less took care of me and brought me up, despite him not being my legal guardian. I haven't seen him in years, ever since that night ten years ago... "McCormick?" Mackey says again, waving his hand in my face. I jerk out of my childhood flashbacks and answer "Yes, Captain?" Mackey huffs and says "I just asked you if you'd please walk with me, m'kay? I've got a press meeting to attend, and I don't have much time to talk, m'kay?" I nod my head, wink at the secretary again, and walk away with Mackey.

"I see you've got a liking to our new secretary," Captain Mackey says as we walk. "Eh. She seems pretty desperate," I remark, not really caring about his reaction. Mackey looks over at me and says "Just make sure you use protection, m'kay? And don't do drugs, because drugs are bad, m'kay? Those are my two rules, m'kay? Just make sure you follow them, m'kay, and don't let anyone tell you different, m'kay?" I am tempted to roll my eyes from all the freaking "m'kay"s, but I don't. I just respond "Yes, sir," and keep my mouth shut. I grin inwardly, knowing that I've already broken those two rules before my first day here.

Mackey messes with his tie and can't simply seem to get tied correctly. "McCormick, could you tie this tie for me? It'd be a great favor if you could, apparently I'm going on the air in five minutes and I need to look good, m'kay?" he asks me. I reply "Of course, Captain," and smile a little bit. I learned years ago how to tie a tie, but then again, this was many years ago and I was about eight or nine at the time. All of mine are those clip-ons. I take the tie and mess around with it, in the end making a gigantic knot that I figure will take Mackey hours to untie. I grin inwardly at my masterpiece. Mackey seems like a huge pushover, and I plan on pranking this guy as much as I can until I go back to Washington in a few days. "All done, looks great!" I say enthusiastically. "He'll never be able to get this sucker undone in less than five minutes," I think. "Thank you, young man. That means a lot to me, m'kay." Captain Mackey starts to walk away from me, but turns around and says "Go and ask Rebecca to show you your office, m'kay?" "Okay," I say, and walk towards the secretary's desk.

"Hey Red," I say, leaning on the desk casually. "Hey, you," she responds, batting her eyes at me. I look over at a gold watch in a brown wicker basket filled with a lot of dollar bills on the desk. "Nice watch, babe, is that yours?" I say to her, raising an eyebrow. "No, that's the watch we give as a token of our appreciation to those who are getting promoted to lieutenants. They've been buying the same model for twenty years, apparently, and I heard it always goes down well." She looks inside of the basket and says "Actually, we're a few dollars short to pay for the watch. You wouldn't mind helping out our little cause, would you? I'd make it worth your while," Red says in a seductive voice. "Sure thing, babe," I say, smirking as I take a five dollar bill from my pocket and put it in the basket. "By the way, could you show me to my office? Mr. M'kay over there," I say, gesturing to where Captain Mackey went "told me that you'd show it to me." She giggles and says "If you'll please follow me, it's right this way." Rebecca stands up from her chair and I notice that she is wearing a waaaay too short black dress with about five inch high heels. "No wonder these cops hired her," I think to myself as I follow her to an office door.

Red walks to an office door and opens it, smiling. I step inside of my new office, and what I see shocks me. The room is filthy, with a small, faintly green cabinet in the corner that has suspicious-looking red and white marks on it. There are a few posters on the wall next to it, but they are just ratty, old posters of how to give CPR. There is a wooden desk in the center of the room with a brown chair in front of it. On the desk, there is only a telephone, a small, brown notebook, and a few letters. Directly in front of the desk is a bulletin board with a few pieces of paper tacked onto it. I raise an eyebrow as I observe it. Rebecca giggles again and startles me, as I had almost forgotten that she was still in the room. "Soo," she purrs, walking over to me seductively. "I've got plenty of spare time on my hands, how about we put that to good use? Not just the time," Red winks, and wraps her arms around my neck. Normally, I'd agree and we'd, um, have a good time, but I actually have work to do. I want to find out more about this "Origami Killer" case. Besides, this girl is way too annoying with her damn giggling and desperation. "Sorry, babe, but I actually have got some work to do!" I say, backing off a little "maybe we could put those hands of yours to some work later tonight?" "Sure thing," she answers smoothly, but before I can stop her, she closes the gap between us and kisses me full on the lips. I feel her hands moving up and down on my body, slowly grabbing my ass and slipping something inside of the pocket. She pulls away from me and whispers "I'll see you later tonight," and finally walks out of the office, leaving me all alone.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a piece of paper that she must have had in her hand. It must have been hers, who else would write me a note with a phone number on it and three x's? I take the paper and walk over to the bulletin board in front of my desk. I take one of the tacks from a scrap of paper and stick the paper with Red's phone number on it. "The Phone Number Game," I remember, smiling. Chef taught me this game when I was about fifteen. We'd go to a public park or something and whoever got the most amount of girls' phone numbers won the game. That guy practically taught me everything I know today. I guess I'm still under his influence, which I admit is a little weird, considering the last time I saw the guy must have been around ten years ago. As I sit down in front of my desk, I close my eyes and remember what happened on that crazy night...

Flashback

I ran out of the house silently with only the clothes on my back. All I'm wearing are a pair of orange pants, brown boots, and of course, my orange parka. As I run towards Chef's house, I pull the parka's hood over my head and tie it so that only my eyes can be seen. At last, I reach Chef's small house and knock on the door frantically. I hear heavy footsteps come towards the door and when the door opens, I feel a strong arm grab my arm gently and help me inside the house, closing the door behind him. "Kenny, what's the matter?" Chef says, pulling off the hood on my head quickly. "You were right, Chef. My parents are insane, I can't take it anymore. Can I-" I begin to say, but am cut off by Chef pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and he mutters "Don't even think about asking, McCormick. You've got a freaking room in my house already." I grin and hug him tighter. We pull away from each other after a while. "You're a mess. Want something to eat?" Chef asks me, looking into my eyes. I nod my head and follow him into the kitchen. Probably one of the best things about Chef was that he was, well, the greatest cook I've ever met, and probably will meet. I didn't even know his real name. When I first met him, he told me to call him Chef, so I did. Never Dad, or Sir, or Mister, just always Chef. I sat down on the faded green sofa while Chef opened up a cabinet and watched as he pulled out a bag of Cheesy Poofs and tossed them to me. I caught the bag with one hand, opened it, and tossed one in my mouth casually. "Heads up!" I shouted and as Chef turned around, I tossed a Cheesy Poof at him. Chef merely raised an eyebrow, opened his mouth, and caught the Cheesy Poof with ease. I couldn't help but applaud him. Suddenly, I heard a loud banging on the door. "OPEN UP! THIS IS THE POLICE!" a man was yelling above the knocking. Chef and I looked at each other fearfully. We knew that the cops didn't allow people to harbor runaways, which means that someone must have seen my frantic sprint to Chef's and called them. I pulled the hood of my orange parka over my head and slipped to my bedroom silently as Chef approached the door. We'd practiced this so many times before, just in case, and on a few occasions, Chef had managed to shoo the cops off. I left my bedroom door open a crack and walked over to where a string hung from the ceiling. I tugged on it quickly and a trapdoor from above me opened, and I stepped back as a ladder dropped down. I climbed it quickly, and once I got to the attic, I pull the ladder up, closed the trapdoor, and through a tiny hole in the door, I pulled the string up so the cops wouldn't find it. I heard muffled voices coming from outside of my room, and couldn't help but feel anxious. I heard loud footsteps underneath me and through the thin trap door I could hear their voices, faintly. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BAG OF CHEESY POOFS DOING HERE THEN?!" one of the cops yelled, presumably at Chef. "I-I was just having a snack! I still love Cheesy Poofs!" Chef said, his voice catching a little bit. "Holy fuck, we're screwed this time," I thought, panicking like always. But we've gotten through worse, we can easily get through this, right? My hand relaxed on the string unintentionally, and before could I stop and think about what I just did, the string falls through the hole of the trap door. "FUCK!" I screamed mentally, and pull the string up quickly. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" I hear the cops screaming. I peeked through the trap door hole and saw Chef briefly glanced up at me, nodding solemnly ever so slightly. We used a system of nods for two things only: one was if we both agreed on something, the other was if we were in deep shit. From the grimace on Chef's face, I could tell that his nod was the latter, and his way of saying "Just come out, we're so fucked now,". Reluctantly, I dropped the string through the hole again and put the ladder in its place. I pushed open the trap door completely and stuck the ladder down, watching it carefully so it wouldn't hurt anyone. A loud "BANG" was heard from below me. "OW!" I hear a deep voice yell, and there was only one word processing in my mind, above the thousands of other voices in my head: "CHEF!" I looked down and saw Chef with a bloody shoulder and tears in his eyes. I descended from the ladder as fast as I could, crying. The cops grabbed me instantly and pulled me away from Chef. I desperately tried to get away from them, crying out "Let me go! You bastards!". The cops, of course, couldn't hear me properly through the parka's hood. The one time that I wanted my voice to be heard, it was heard as a bunch of muffled gibberish. At the last second before the officers tore me through the door and into the car, Chef's blood was leaking out of his shoulder and his eyes were full of an emotion that I'll never know. Sadness? Pain? All I know is that I'll never forget the look that Chef gave me right before I was torn from him forever.

I open my eyes after a while and find that my vision is blurry, probably from tears. As I lift my hand up to my face to wipe them, I notice that it is shaking. A lot. "Oh come on, not on my first day!" I think, the voice in my head going panicky. "No way in hell am I taking this damn triptocaine. I need to stay focused. Last thing I want to do is end up like how my parents were," I think, and then try to think of something to get me out of this "junkie" state, as I called it. "I'll just go wash my face in the bathroom, that's it!" I think, and slowly stand up from the chair. My head hurts like hell and I nearly fall flat on my face from the dizziness. I somehow manage to stagger to my office door, compose myself a little bit, and open it. I step outside of the office door and close it behind me. "Are you alright?" one of the cops says, looking at me. I shrug and he walks off. Carefully, I stumble to the men's restroom, pushing open the door as quickly as I can, which, truth be told, isn't too fast, given my drugged up state and small figure. I rush to the cold counter top and turn on a sink, splashing the cold water onto my face. "God, that feels good," I think to myself as the dizziness slowly fades away.

Kyle's P.O.V.

I sit down in front of the desk in a cushioned, brown chair. Sitting on the desk directly in front of me is Lieutenant Craig Tucker, and sitting on a chair next to the desk is his assistant, Clyde Donovan. For whatever damn reason, the cops here have a really hard time at sitting behind a desk properly, like a normal person. Donovan introduces himself and Lieutenant Tucker, even though I recognize both of them from the news. "Could you please tell us what happened, Mr. Broflovski?" Donovan says in his nasally voice. I clear my throat and say "Well, I took my son Ike to the playground this afternoon. We were playing together and I decided that it was time to get going, since it looked like it was going to rain. Ike wanted to go on the carousel so I bought him a ticket and let him hop on a horse. I... decided to go for a short walk and when I got back, Ike's backpack was there, but he was gone." Lieutenant Tucker raises an eyebrow and asks "What time did you arrive?" I remember that it was around 4:10ish, I think, so I tell them that.

Just as I finish answering them, a blond man comes walking towards us dressed in a neat suit and tie. His blond hair is messy and his blue eyes survey the police station cautiously, as if he either is new or he doesn't want to be here at all. Lieutenant Tucker asks me a few questions about things like what Ike was wearing when he disappeared and I answer them as best as I can. "You reported that Ike was missing hours after he disappeared. Why did it take you so long to report to the police?" Donovan asks, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "I panicked..." I admit, staring at the floor in embarrassment and shame. Tucker and Donovan snicker, and when I look up at them with a hurt expression on my face, Tucker just flips me the bird and continues snickering with Donovan. "What is wrong with these guys? Why the hell is it funny that my son is missing?" I think, watching them whisper and crack up in disgust and sadness.

The blond man, however, is silent. Eventually he speaks up and asks me "Does Ike have any particular difficulties? Anything that could have caused him to run away?" Hesitantly, I reply "Ike is a pretty sensitive kid. For the past few months, my relationship with him has been pretty shaky." The man leans on the desk as he asks "Any troubles at school? How are you and your wife getting along?" I bring my gaze up from the floor and cautiously bring my green eyes to meet his baby blue ones. I feel like I can trust this guy, he seems like he genuinely cares about finding Ike than those other two assholes. I slowly stammer out "Um... m-my wife and I have been divorced... for the past six m-months." and hold back a sob. I still can't get over that Bebe had just left me, despite all that I had done for her over the years. The blond man nods in sympathy, as if he understands, while Tucker and Donovan look over at me and just continue snickering and laughing. Tears fill in my eyes as I watch the two of them. "They don't goddamn understand how hard it is to lose a loved one," I think as the tears threaten to spill on my face. In the corner of my eye, I see the blond man mouthing something. I look over at him as he mouths "Don't pay attention to them," again. I quickly wipe my eyes and brace myself for more questions.

Donovan and Tucker finally stop muttering to each other and look over at me. I pull my ushanka a little lower onto my head as Tucker speaks up. "That's all the questions we have for now," he announces. "Oh, and do make sure to tell your dear wife the news. We don't feel like handling weepy women right now," Donovan adds. They get out of their chairs and begin to walk away, whispering to each other like mad. "Wait!" I call to them. They turn towards me, both with annoyed looks on their faces. "Could.. could it be the Origami Killer?" I ask timidly. Donovan shrugs as Tucker replies "The kid probably just ran off. He'll turn up in a few hours, now get the hell out of here." They both walk away from me towards the men's restroom, muttering madly. I see Donovan turn towards Tucker with an angry look on his face and punch his arm, but then I observe as Tucker smirks, wraps his arm around Donovan's, and kisses his cheek. "The hell?" I think as I notice that Donovan has whispered something into Tucker's ear. Tucker has turned to me with an angry look on his face and flips me off. "Great, now I just pissed off Lieutenant Tucker," I think as I stand up.

The blond guy walks up to me and says "Sorry that those guys are such assholes. They really don't understand that losing a loved one is nothing to make fun of. Just because Tucker is cute- uh, I mean, just because Tucker is Lieutenant doesn't mean that he can mock you like that." "Thanks, it means a lot to know that there's someone in this goddamn place who understands," I say, looking at him in the eyes again. He smiles a little bit and replies "If you ever need anything, just come here and ask for Agent Kenny McCormick. From talking to getting a date, I can help you out." I can't help but grin at his last sentence. "Sure, I guess," I say, feeling a bit better than I was before. This Kenny guy is probably going to be a good person to talk to. "I'll see you around, then," Kenny says, giving me a mock salute and walking off to where I presume his office is.

I head to the lobby of the police station, where I find Bebe sitting in a chair, applying lipstick casually as she holds up a small mirror to observe herself. I can't help but notice that she is wearing a spotless, white coat that reaches to her waist, a knee-length black skirt, black high heels, and has a pair of Gucci sunglasses perched on her head, despite all of the rain we've been having. I clear my throat and she looks over at me, startled. She puts the lipstick cap onto the stick and puts both lipstick and mirror into her large, black purse before standing up to approach me. Bebe tosses a lock of curly, blond hair over her shoulder and asks "Well? Did they find the little shit yet?" I look into her cold, brown eyes and sigh. "They haven't found him yet... and the Origami Killer is still an option..." I manage to get out, stammering a little. Bebe tries to look sympathetic, but I see her brown eyes dancing with delight that she doesn't have to look after Ike anymore. I always had a feeling that she preferred Pip over Jason, which is probably why she seems to hate me and, as of now, Ike. I can't control my emotions anymore and sit down in her chair, putting my face into my hands as the tears flow from my eyes. "Ike..." I whisper almost inaudibly. What is left of my broken, shattered heart is thrown onto a concrete sidewalk, smashing it to even smaller pieces as I hear Bebe conversing with a man, and I hear the man's footsteps come near me and a hand rubbing my back comfortingly. I look up to see Kenny's baby blue eyes staring down at me, a look of concern spread on his face. I feel him carefully help me stand up, and as I wobble in front of the chair, I feel Kenny's arms wrap around me in a hug. I can't help but bury my head into his shoulder, sobbing the whole time.


Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter of "South Rain"! In this chapter, we got to see more of Kenny's past and drug issues. We also saw Craig and Clyde (and later Kenny) ask questions about Ike's disappearance, and a growing friendship between Kyle and Kenny. In the show, I always thought that Kyle and Kenny were good friends, i.e. after Kenny would die (in an episode), Kyle usually would sound a lot angrier than Stan when he'd yell "You bastards!" Yes, I made Bebe seem like a fashionable bitch because in my opinion, that's what she is. I also ship Clyde and Craig, although I don't know their official ship name. Please leave me a review if you are enjoying reading this fanfiction as much as I am writing it, and also do leave me a review if there are any characters/chapters you'd like me to add or delete, or any suggestions you have (i.e. character replacements). The next chapter will be in Cartman's P.O.V., and the chapter after that, we will be adding the fourth main character to this fanfiction! If you do know who I am intending on adding, please don't spoil it for anyone else. Have a great day/morning/afternoon/night guys, and I will see you all tomorrow with a new chapter!