A/N: Attention readers: please refrain from raping me in the mouth. Seriously, that would not be appreciated.
Talkin' to you, Mimi /stares.
...truthfully that comment made me laugh hysterically so thanks xD
Anyways, enjoy~
It's been about a week since Mysterion didn't become quite so insistent on me hiding in my house under my bed. Things have been going a hell of a lot smoother since then. I'm leaving the house every day now, finally feeling sunshine. But I'm trying to be aware of his anxiety as well, so I'm always either out with my parents, my brother, or Stan or Kenny.
Which when I hang with one of them, it kills me. I feel unbelievably awkward standing next to either one of them. I keep watching them, looking for some kind of gesture that would indicate that they're Mysterion. Hearing them ask if I trust them, looking really alert at all times, taking off my pants, you know, simple indications.
So far, my friends have proven to be quite the actors.
As far as Mysterion goes, though, he's still fucking worried as all Hell. He's been checking on me twice as much now. Usually he just looks through my window, sees I'm all right, and goes off though, so it's not really invading me or anything. I usually get a good forty minutes with him at night when my parents and brother are out for the count though.
Can't say I hate those checks.
He still blindfolds me and he still wants to knock me out but we've come to the simple resolve that he locks me in my closet instead. I'm still not sure how I feel about this but it's better than chloroform I guess. At this point, I'm willing to do anything to make him sure that he can trust me. I've stopped trying to get him to tell me who he is, settling for just trying to figure it out on my own. I got him to bend to letting me roam around so I decided to give him a bit of relaxation as well.
These bouts of freedom have been nothing but paradise. Even though it's just me and Mom hitting the grocery store or me taking Ike over to get Filmore to take them to the movies, every moment I get to spend outside is just great. Sometimes I'll see Mysterion when we're in town, leaping across buildings and whatnot. Sometimes he sees me and stops whatever he's doing, following me for a while. It's a bit annoying sometimes but it still makes my heart flip warmly. I have a personal guardian. How many people can say that about themselves?
Today has been nothing but good. Woke up to Mysterion at my window, went out to buy food with my mom, and I've just been lounging around all day in the peace. I lay down on the couch, Mani on top of me as we watch the 3 o'clock news together. I stroke his head lazily and we watch something going on about the stock market. I'm not really that attentive. Right now Mysterion's stories are on in the evening and the morning. The afternoon crap is boring as all hell but it relaxes me at least. Besides, I have the source of those stories all to myself. Why the hell should it matter if I see it on TV anymore or not?
Ike comes over and sits on my legs and I groan at him in annoyance. "Dude," he says, "watch something else. Your boyfriend isn't in the DOW business."
"Ike, shut the fuck up," I roll my eyes. "Who the fuck asked you?"
"Mani."
"Mani's my cat, Dickwad," I raise my brow at him. "He likes me a hell of a lot more than you," I scratch behind the feline's ear and he purrs contentedly. "See?" I stick my tongue out. Mani gets to his feet and jumps off of me, plodding off into the kitchen. "Hey!" I shout after him.
Ike falls back into the cushions laughing hysterically. "Sooooo much love," he snickers. I growl, raising my back leg from under his and kicking his back pointedly.
"Shut up, asswipe!"
"Kyle Broflovski!" Mom's voice arises from the kitchen. I pout as Ike laughs louder, clutching his stomach.
"You better watch your language," he imitates our mother way too good for his own good, wagging his finger at me. "Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap."
"Ike!" I call out loudly for Mom to hear me. "Don't mock Mom! That's not cool!"
"Ike Broflovski!" her voice rises again. Ike cringes as she shouts, "Young man, don't you make me come out there!"
He glares at me and punches my stomach and I let out an 'oof' before laughing with him. We settle down and our gazes both fall back to the television. We're silent for a few moments before Ike looks at me again.
"Ky, I have a serious question."
"Yeah?" I look at him.
He looks at me carefully, "Do...do you know who he is?"
I blink at him a bit before shaking my head. "No, I don't."
"So...," he narrows his eyes slightly in thought. "You realize...that you could be with someone dangerous...right?"
"Ike, I know he's not dangerous," I sigh. "I've been able to narrow it down to a few people and I know those people well enough to know I'm not in any kind of danger."
"Who've you narrowed it down to?"
"That's our business, Ike. Not yours."
"Aw, come on," he pouts. "Gimme a hint."
"No way," I smirk softly at him. "If he wants to reveal himself, he will. But as of now...we all have to wait. Myself included," I nod. "I'm the one person who he should be telling but he won't, and I'm starting to just learn to accept that fact."
"It doesn't bother you that you don't know who he is?"
"Pft," I scoff, "Only every waking moment of my life. But it's enough to know that he's a good person as of now. One day I'll know who he is and my life will be a little less complicated."
"Kyle, that's going to make your life more complicated," he states dryly. "People will try threatening you to get his identity and shit."
"Ike, this isn't New York or Gotham," I say firmly. "This is South Park. A lot of fucked up shit happens, but this isn't so much of a concern. Our greatest 'criminal' right now is Car-'the Coon'," I roll my eyes.
"Someone who knows you," he nods pointedly. "Someone who wouldn't mind beating you up for information."
"Someone who's a lazy fatass who couldn't pull a good plan out of his ass if it was attached to a string," I continue.
"Someone who ground up people and turned them into chili," he reminds me. I wince. I guess he's got me there.
"Kyle, dude," he says leaning back, "I just totally think that it's a bad idea for you to be involved with him right now. I mean...I noticed you hadn't left the house. We all did. But now that I know you're with Mysterion it makes so much more sense. He was trying to keep you safe."
I nod, "Yeah. He was."
"Shouldn't you follow his advice?" he asks. "He knows more about this than you."
"Ike...you don't understand the situation," I sigh, sitting up and pushing him slightly. He sits up off my legs and I pull them out from under him, sitting cross-legged on the couch. He sits back down beside me and stares at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...this is more complicated than movies make it seem," I stare at him tiredly. "There's more to it than just one keeping the other one safe. There's a lot more under the surface than you get to see."
"I don't wanna see you guys naked together, thanks," he sticks his tongue out.
I smack the back of his head sharply, "Not what I meant, you little asshole," I hiss. He laughs and I shake my head. "Look, you're too young to understand. Hell, I barely understand. All I know right now is that I'm with Mysterion in more ways than just being an awestruck viewer. I care about him and he cares about me back...I worry for him and he worries for me."
Ike's quiet for a moment, nodding softly in thought. "Okay, I guess I just have one last question."
"What?"
"What the hell would your wedding be like?" he asks seriously.
"What?" I blink at the shock of his sudden question.
"I mean, would his family come in capes?" He continues on. "And would you have to like, sleuth around to find the cake? Maybe a big scavenger hunt to find the reception hall."
"Oh my god, Ike, we've been together a few weeks, shut the fuck up!"
He laughs and I can't help but join him. I doubt that Mysterion's the marrying type, even if that was on my mind. A part of me can't help but see him in a tuxedo, his hood poking out from under his lapels over his head and a pair of underwear over his slacks. I shake my head at myself, the two of us still laughing together.
"Kyle, sweetie," Mom calls from the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I chuckle out.
She steps out with Mani in her arms. "Kyle, we forgot to get Mani's food at the store. Would you mind going and picking some up?" She walks over and hands me ten dollars and I nod.
"Yeah, Ma." I get to my feet and stretch. "You wanna come?" I ask Ike.
"Nah," he says, "I finally get the TV. Get me some gum though," he grabs the remote and flips through the channels.
"Sure, your Majesty," I scoff.
"Thank you, Kyle," Mom pulls me down and kisses my cheek. I pull back from her, turning and wincing in disgust.
It's one thing for Mysterion to do that. My mother is a different story.
"No prob," I wave, stepping through the living room and out the door. "Bleck," I say as soon as the door is safely closed behind me. I shake it off and step into the sunlight, looking at the lack of people on the sidewalk and scratching my head. So much for summer vacation from these kids.
I walk down the walkway and bop my head to music in my head, accompanied by thoughts of my talk with Ike. The little dork has more of a perception than I had thought, I guess. He's just as aware as me that what I'm doing with Mysterion is a bit dangerous on my part...but I'm not going to just stop because of supposed danger. I'm in a little too deep to really consider turning back now.
Not that I consider that a bad thing. Everyone's worries aside, I've honestly never been happier. It's nice having someone to count on. I don't have the kind of relationship where we text each other all the time and go out on dates and whatnot. I think I have it a little better, the kind of relationship that most guys my age wouldn't mind.
Deep talks and nightly sex in my bedroom. Honestly, it's not that bad.
Though I've noticed myself in public constantly looking and listening for any mention of my masked lover. I heard a group of teenage girls gushing about him when my mom dragged me out to look for clothes the other day; Talking about how handsome he might be and different ways they could get him to fall in love with them.
How much I wanted to strut over and tell them to take a number; that he was mine.
Makes me sound possessive upon retrospect but I prefer to call it attached to my boyfriend. Or lover...
Hm. I raise my brow as this crosses my mind. Is Mysterion my boyfriend? I mean...we're not 'dating', we're just in love with each other and having sex. But 'lover'...that makes it sound like we're not really together on any grounds other than nightly rounds.
I keep walking into the town, my head spinning around this concept. Maybe...maybe we are lovers. And just that. Something about that though...it just doesn't fit. It just seems like we're on such a more meaningful level than that. I guess. Maybe. Hell, I don't even know anymore. This is a girl's kind of thing to ponder.
I sigh, stepping into the town's limits and looking around. May as well just grab it from the pharmacy. I'm not in the mood to go be surrounded by people and have my thinking suffocated.
I walk a few blocks and come into the pharmacy, seeing the old man behind the cash register smile at me. I nod back and look down the aisles, finding a few stray people as well. I hit the aisle with the pet food and look at all the bags and blink.
I really should know what kind to get for Mani by now.
I stand there in confusion for awhile before sighing, taking out my cell phone and scrolling through the names. Fuck it, I'll just text Ike.
'The hell kind of food does Mani get?' I send before putting it back in my pocket. I continue looking at the bags, my eyes landing on a purple on and my heart fluttering on its on accord. I smile, picking it up and looking at it a bit. I have no idea what the hell is in cat food, nor do I think Mani needs the senior blend but I'm really tempted to get this one for him anyway.
The door bell jingles and I don't pay much attention to it before I hear someone shout 'EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!"
My heart stops and I look up, finding three of Cartman's cronies standing in the doorway.
Fuck.
I see everyone in the aisles ahead of me going down and follow suit. I'm in the last aisle, they shouldn't have been able to see me that easily. I lick my lips and bite my cheek nervously, listening and peeking my head around the end of the shelves.
"There's something in here that we'd like," one of them calls out loudly. I can recognize Token's voice and clench my fists angrily. Fucking rich bastard. Why the hell is he doing this?
"Whatever you need, take it," the man behind the counter stumbles nervously.
"Trust me, we plan to," Token chuckles. I look towards the back fire escape door, not a few feet away from me. Mysterion needs to be here, he can catch these fucks and get information out of them. One of them breaks off and walks down the middle of the aisles, looking down them each carefully.
"What do you want?" the old man asks.
"Not a what. A who," Token says lowly.
My stomach drops. They've been following me.
I watch the figure coming down the ends of the aisles and gulp, wrapping my hand around the edge of the shelf and tensing as he nears me. I take a deep breath as he looks in the aisle ahead of me, quietly scooting into that aisle as he leaves it and looks down the pet's. He stands there confusedly, scratching his head.
"I can't find him."
"That little fuck is in here somewhere," Token hisses. "He's hiding." The other man starts walking back and I hide back in the pets aisle, my heart thudding loudly in panic. I don't have a lot of room to move around. I see two of them, both heading up either side of the aisles and I shake. I can't evade them...oh fuck...oh fuck...I watch them coming towards me and start calling in my head for Mysterion. 'Please come...oh god, please...'
My prayers go unanswered as I hear a set of shoes beside me, looking up to find Token staring down on me with dark eyes. "Found you." He smiles behind his mask. I turn over, backing away slowly and seeing another one coming up behind me. "Get up, you're coming with us," he orders. My eyes flicker to the men surrounding me and I narrow my eyes.
I'm not going anywhere without a fucking fight.
I grab a bag of cat food from beside me, getting to my feet and throwing it in Token's face. He stumbles back, holding his nose as I speed towards the fire exit, bursting through the door and out into the street.
"Fucking catch him!" I hear among the fire alarm.
I turn on my heel, sprinting down the way. I make it about a block and a half before I hear motorcycle engines starting up. Oh fuck.
I keep heading down the sidewalk, pushing people out of my way as I run. The sound of the engines get closer and I look, finding the three freaks following after me. I yelp, digging my heels against the cement and making a sharp right turn down an alley.
Alleys are where he finds me. Mysterion will find me and he'll get these fuckers away from me. I just have to keep moving, keep going until I find him.
I gulp, trying to keep myself motivated to keep on going. I hear them breaking off to search for me and my stomach lurches nervously. I keep on running, sprinting down countless alleys in the hopes that I'll find my masked hero. I keep on looking up, hoping to see a glimpse of him jumping over the rooftops so I can call out for him.
I guess am his damsel in distress right now. Problem is that he doesn't know that.
I groan, biting my lip and trying to keep myself breathing as I race down the streets, my shoes clapping on the pavement obnoxiously loud. One of them finds me, cutting me off and forcing me to run across the street to a different alley. I run down the way, looking at the buildings and praying for someone to fucking stick their head out the window and call the cops for me. To do something to help me. I exit the alley and another one comes up on my right, and I automatically turn and run left down the back roads of the buildings.
He catches up to and passes me, sliding to a stop in front of me. I panic, twisting and trying to head back the way I came before the other comes out of the alley, stopping me on that side as well. I see Token heading up and alley to my side, the other buildings beside me lacking any kinds of passageways for me to escape.
I'm trapped.
Token slides to a stop in front of me and I back up, shaking nervously as he gets off his bike.
"Come with us, Kyle," he says extending his hand. "You don't have a choice."
"F-fuck you!" I spit, watching them all coming towards me. I see a van backing up behind the one to my left and my eyes widen. They've been fucking waiting for me. This whole fucking time they've just been waiting for me to be on my own.
The three close in around me and I shrink into myself, watching them all with terrified eyes. I hear the back of the van open and panic, trying to break off under the smallest looking of the three. They grab me and I thrash around, trying to break out of their grips.
"MYSTERI-" I try to cry out before a hand slaps over my mouth. They start pushing and dragging me back towards the van and I scream, desperately thrashing my shoulders around as they restrain my arms behind me with a death grip. I try planting my feet against the ground, but when that fails, I resolve to kicking at them furiously.
I'm not fucking going with them, I'm not going to be the fucking victim of this.
I keep twisting and turning to get away from them, my lungs aching and my muscles screaming at me. They're too fucking strong, I don't know what the hell I can do as I'm continuously pulled backwards towards their fucking getaway car. I'm not doing much but making them angry, barely putting a break in their stride with all my efforts.
"Put him down!" a familiar voice demands. My heart leaps in joy as I look up and see Mysterion standing a few yards from us, looking positively furious. Thank God. I smile under the hand over me, wincing as I'm pulled closer into their body and held onto tighter by all three of them.
"Well well well," the one behind me speaks. I narrow my eyes as I pick up Craig's voice. And I thought this jackoff could actually be Mysterion...I shake my head subtly. I should have fucking known. "About time you showed up, Cape-Fag." I hear the van backing up closer to us and my stomach twists nauseatingly.
"I said to fucking let him go!" Mysterion snarls. "I'll fucking kill you if you don't!"
"Slight problem with that," Token scoffs. He takes a flip knife out of his pocket, opening it and putting it against my face.
God. Fucking. Dammit.
"We can kill him a little quicker," he says lowly.
Mysterion is staring at me, I can just feel it. He's angry, he's scared, he has no idea what to do.
Can't say I'm feeling much different.
More hands fly over me and I screech in panic. I'm shoved backwards by Craig as he steps aside and I'm forced into the van. I wave my arms around in a flurry, trying to beat them away from me before I'm shoved onto the floor. Token keeps the knife pointed at me as my arms are ripped behind my back and I feel rope being wrapped around them.
"LET GO!" I yell, trying to shake them off of me. My skin is pulled taut with the coarse rope, my eyes watering at the burning I feel. "Stop! Let go of me you fucks!" I demand. Token puts the knife against my face again, slicing down sharply. I hiss at the sting, feeling a warm trail of blood starting down my face. I look up at the cloaked figure standing what seems like so far away from me. "Mysterion," I croak out before my hair is grabbed and I'm ripped onto my knees. A hand slaps over my lips again and I groan, trying to pull away from them.
"Watch the news tonight at 6 for further instructions," Token says calmly to Mysterion as the other two hop into the van and help hold me still. "Don't come looking for us or Kyle won't appreciate it very much," he chuckles. I growl, narrowing my eyes and jerking my arms around to try to pry out of these fuckers' hands. "You should know the drill, Hero-boy," he says, stepping into the vehicle with the rest of us. "Do as we say, he won't be hurt. Or at least killed," he shrugged. "I can't speak on behalf of Coon."
That was probably a lot more terrifying to me than to Mysterion. Though at this point, I really have no idea.
The van starts moving and I watch Mysterion getting farther away from me and cry out for him again. "Tonight at six!" Token calls out. "Don't be stupid," he finishes before closing the van door, leaving me with the hero's stance cut off in a mess of black plastic.
They look at me and I shake in uncontrollable anger, fiercely biting the hand over my lips. I hear Clyde's voice crying out in pain as it flies away from my lips and he shakes it in pain.
"You fucking weakass fucktards!" I yell, jostling around a bit. I'm grabbed tighter and growl. "The fuck is wrong with you? Why the FUCK are you doing this?"
Token shrugs, "Profit."
"Fuck you, Black, you're already richer than anyone in this piss-ass town," I spit. "Give me a real fucking reason!"
He sits back against the opposite side of the van, playing with the knife in his hand. I see my blood against it and scowl angrily. "I don't know, Kyle. Maybe it's just nice not having to be put down under authority. Maybe we're just looking to have some fun."
"It's not gonna be any fun when your ass is in a jail cell," I snarl. "Mysterion's going to fucking kick your asses and haul them to the police!"
They all break into laughter and I look around at them all with narrowed eyes. I count seven of them. Token, Clyde, Craig and what looks like Kevin are around me. There's another one beside me and two in the front of the van. I don't know who they are and I don't really care. I just fucking want Mysterion right now.
"Broflovski, you're an idiot," Craig scoffs.
"Tucker, you're an asshole!" I retort furiously.
"Mysterion doesn't stand a chance against all of us. He should've just come clean earlier. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't be in this problem," he leans back and shrugs. "It's all his fault."
"I can't fucking wait to see you in court, you smug assfuck," I growl lowly. Something drops over my eyes and I panic, diving my head around it. My hair is grabbed and I cry out in pain as they rip me back into place. A piece of cloth is thrown over my eyes and tied tightly, catching some of my curls and making my eyes water. "What are you doing?" I demand.
"Well we can't have you seeing where we're going, Brof," Token chuckles. "Just hang tight, we're almost there." I feel the road bumping underneath us and my gut percolating in rage.
They were right. Mysterion, Stan, Kenny, Ike, fucking everyone was right. I should have fucking...I shake my head at myself, my shoulders dropping in defeat. I messed up. I told Mysterion I would be just fine...I lied to him, to myself. This is a fucking disaster.
"Thinkin', are ya?" Token speaks up.
"Fuck you," I murmur angrily. "You're just a fucking tool to Cartman. I fucking hate you guys."
Clyde's hand slides back over my mouth and I grit my teeth, my fists clenching as they remain tied in place. Someone grabs my legs and my instincts kick in and I fight back. I kick back at them, struggling as I feel them trying to tie them together.
"Fucking take it like a man, Broflovski," Craig mutters. They manage to hold me still long enough to bind my knees together and my heart sinks. I'm in so much fucking trouble. Mysterion won't know anything about where I am until tonight. I'm fucking alone in this for hours. I don't understand any of this. Cartman isn't going to gain anything from finding out who Mysterion is. He won't know anything more or less that'll give him any power or anything.
Ugh, this is just giving me a migraine.
The van lurches to a stop and my heart starts pounding uncontrollably. I hear the door open and try to roll over away from Clyde's grip. He pulls me back and takes his hand off my mouth. Another piece of cloth wraps over my lips and I groan, trying to shake my head away. A couple pairs of hands hold me still as the cloth is tied off before I'm dragged across the bottom of the van. I'm lifted up into someone's arms and I can hear them laughing with each other, my body tensing in my rage.
We stop moving and I hear what sounds like a garage door sliding up a bit before we move straight again. The door slams closed and my throat swells up a bit in my panic and realization. I'm a fucking hostage. I'm surrounded by people who've been hurting citizens for the past month. I'm in serious danger.
I shake lightly before I'm set down on a floor. It's cold and hard, it must be cement. The voices from the others recede from me, their footsteps echoing as they leave. The garage door opens and closes again and the sound echoes around me. I'm probably in an empty room...but why are they just leaving me here? Jesus fucking Christ...what if they planted a bomb or something?
No...no...I shake that thought out of my head. I'm being dumb. They're just keeping me here for a few hours until Mysterion either rescues me or they let me go after he reveals himself. My imagination is going way past what it needs to.
I freeze as I hear footsteps coming towards me, my heart racing. What the hell's happening? The source of the noise stops in front of me. Someone bends down and breaths in my face. I recognize the scent. Just like from the first night.
No, no, no, god no... I shake my head, trying to scoot back before my blindfold is taken off and I find myself staring into the deep brown eyes of the one person I'd rather kill than ever see again.
He smiles at me evilly, tonguing over his lips before leaning towards me and murmuring darkly, "Well, hello, Kahl."
A/N: LE GASP.
...iono. Someone had to gasp. May as well be me.
Thanks for R&Ring :3