Chapter 10

"So how exactly are we planning to do this?" Kyle asked. They were standing just across the police station, at a loss at how to actually get inside instead of just waltzing in from the front entrance.

Stan bit his lip. "Uh…"

Kyle sighed and rested his red curls on the brick wall of the building behind him. "Stan. I'm going to be honest with you, but I really, really resent you right now."

Stan flinched but really, he should have expected it. Any other friend would have said that they hated him and officially ended their friend status. Not Kyle. He could resent Stan, even get mad, but he always forgave and never abandoned. It was the best thing about their friendship. Stan would do anything for Kyle and Kyle would do anything for Stan, even if it sounded stupid or if there was a high possibility of getting in trouble.

So they had no semblance of a true plan, they just stood outside, watching the police station for a while.

"We could go in guns blazing?" Stan suggested.

"Yeah, and then we'll get arrested and our plan on busting Shelly and Amir out would have been for nothing," Kyle said with a sigh.

Stan sighed to and let his hand drift down to his pocket where his finger tips brushed over the little bag he'd snagged from that freaky dude's bathroom. Kyle heard the slight crinkling sound and immediately gave Stan his full attention. "What was that?" he asked suspiciously. The innocent look on Stan's face was not a good sign.

"What was what?" he asked, faking ignorance.

"Goddammit Stan, you did something stupid, didn't you?" Kyle asked already reaching over to snag whatever was in his best friend's pockets.

Stan tried to maneuver out of the way but Kyle was actually pretty fast. Green eyes stared at the small white bag he held in his hand. "Stan," Kyle began, turning his eyes severely towards Stan. The ebony haired boy squirmed and scratched his neck with a soft chuckle.

"It isn't for me but I figure, I could make some extra cash, you know? I mean, we did waste my whole allowance on this trip." Stan was turning defensive.

Kyle couldn't even begin to say all that was wrong with what he'd just said. His mouth hung open like a fish and then closed it. He gripped the bag tightly in his hand to the point that Stan heard the bag wheeze.

"Uh, Kyle?" Stan called watching his best friend get to that point he sometimes got when he was super pissed. He subconsciously took a step back, knowing how Kyle could be. He never did find out what Kyle would have done because at that moment, the hippie priest came riding in an old beat up car, guns blazing. Literally.

Both boys flattened themselves out on the wall and stared in wide eyed wonder as the hippie priest pulled out a microphone and began demanding that his crack get returned to him immediately or the police station was going to get it.

"Dude," Stan whispered. Was this guy for real? They gave each other a look as a couple of policemen came running out, guns ready and aimed. Hippie priest didn't back down. He was royally pissed in his stoned state. He just pulled out one of those bombs, ripped the safety pin, and threw.

"My God," Stan breathed, his mind going numb as he saw the small projectile sail through the air and then blow off a junk of the police station. He could only think 'She's dead. She's dead and I wasted all this for nothing.' He must have gone blank for a moment because, slowly, he began realizing that Kyle was shaking him and the scene before him had changed drastically. For one, Hippie priest was fending off a group of cops with a baseball bat. For another, Kyle was pointing at the group of prisoners making their grand escape.

"See Stan," Kyle repeated, trying to bring his friend back from wherever it was his brain had gone. "It must have blown open a few cages. We can go in and fine Amir and Shelly now."

And they did. There was no resistance, probably because all of the cops were too busy trying to calm down a crazed, stoned, terrorist, who they could still hear yelling out, "Give me back my crack, fuckers!"

They had no idea where they were going. Stepping over and stumbling over rubble didn't make their path any easier and there were a lot of cells to go through. Kyle peeked carefully into one, only to jump back and crash into Stan's shoulder as a man pressed his face against the bars. The man's listless eyes stared through him and then he stuck out his hand and said, "Change? Spare some change?"

"Uh, no," Kyle said and they quickly moved along.

After a minute of looking, Stan was starting to get frustrated. "Where are they? There are only like, ten cells."

"Maybe they took them somewhere else, you know special orders from Sara."

Stan opened his mouth to respond, thought about it, and sighed in agreement. "What should we do then?" he asked.

Kyle frowned and then looked around. There were only three doors that they hadn't investigated yet. "They have to be here." He really didn't want to split up for this.

They were cut a break from God though when they distinctly heard the loud shriek of Sara. They jerked towards the door that the noise was coming from and were working their way towards it when it blew open and out ran Shelly and Amir. They almost crashed into each other but Shelly was fast enough to shove the two apart and Amir was considerate enough to reach out and grab their hands. They started running away in a long chain.

Kyle was the one to glance behind him and he cried out in fear and surprise at the sight of a crazed Sara taking aim…

"Duck!" he cried as he pushed Stan, Amir, and by extension, Shelly down to the ground.

There was series of shots that blew chucks off the wall right above their heads. Shelly glanced behind her and cussed out Sara.

"Crazy bitch," Stan whispered in wonder as he struggled to his feet.

At that moment, Shelly saw the glint in Stan's waistband and reached out to take it. She now held Stan's gun, aimed at Sara, and fired without hesitation. If it wasn't for Amir's foresight, Shelly would have not missed and then they would have been in even deeper trouble for murder.

It did serve as a good distraction though because Sara disappeared behind smoke. They took this time to make their second attempt at escape.

"What the fuck?" Kyle said as they got outside only to feel a blast of an inferno. The two boys would have stood gawking if Shelly and Amir hadn't taken charge and dragged them away on a sprint. The boys could hear hippie priest laughing manically behind them.

"Think I should give him back his crack?" Stan whispered as they ran. Kyle gave him an incredulous look. "What? I can just sneak it back into his apartment or something."

"Or something," Kyle mocked.

"What are you turds mumbling about?" Shelly snapped.

Stan immediately straightened up. "Nothing."

They hid behind a building and continued running. Only when they were sure they were safe enough to stop their mad sprint, did they sit down and think about their situation.

"What should we do now?" Stan asked his sister as they all tried to catch their breath. She gave him a glare but otherwise didn't say anything.

Kyle was pensive. His eyes drifted up to the sky and noted it was getting dark. The thought made him shiver. "We should first find a place to stay."

"With what, twerp? We don't have money and the cops are after us."

"She's got a point, dude," Stan said.

Kyle reached out and dragged Stan towards him. He pointed all around him. "Don't you remember what happened the last time we were out in the dark? Alone."

Stan gently pushed him away and tried to sooth him. "Yeah, but dude, that was back in New York."

"So."

"So, this is different."

"No," Amir interjected. "He's right. We should find a place to stay." He was scratching his stubble, his eyes bright. "And we need a phone." All three turned to look at him. He had a slow smile on his face. "I think…I know how to fix this."

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Ring. Ring.

"Who is this?"

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"Oh! How are―WHAT?"

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"So that's where she went."

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"No, no, I understand."

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"Yeah, well, I'm a man too."

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"I'll talk to her. Don't you worry."

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"I had a feeling. It would have been nice to have her married but…Yes, she's quite a handful. Well, all this will be straightened out."

The phone is hung and the man flips open a cell. He dials a number and waits for the person to pick up.

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Sara was steaming. Her hair was fried and sticking up in burnt sticks. Her dress was ruined and her face was even worse off than before. She hated Shelly and Amir. Hated.

"Are you alright miss?" one of the officers asked as he tried to approach her. Behind him, other cops were dragging in a manic hippie looking man, outside the sounds of the sirens and firemen putting out the flames.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed and moved away. She trained her eyes in the direction the bastards had run off to. Okay, this wasn't over yet. They couldn't have gone far. If she rallied the cops together again and made them search with their cars, they could be caught in no time. As she waited, she could think up ways to torture them. No. No, she'd come along too. She wanted to see their faces when they got caught again. She wanted―

She was snapped out of her thoughts when her phone started vibrating. She reached into her pocket and checked caller ID. She groaned.

Her father.

What could he possibly want?

She flipped the phone open. "Yes Daddy?"

Pause. Her face went from nonchalant and bored to surprised and outraged.

"That sneaky bastard!" she cried. She winced as her father yelled at her. "But Dad…"

She listened all the while wringing her hands, punching the air, and stomping her feet in rage. The cops stood back afraid and awed at the same time.

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"So who'd you call?" Kyle asked as they headed down the street, not sure where they were going yet.

Amir smiled broadly and dug his hands in his pockets. "Sara's dad."

Stan and Kyle flinched. "Oh."

"This should all be over tomorrow. The latest."

Shelly said nothing. Instead, she dug into her pockets and pulled out the last remaining bits of her cash. "Alright. Everyone put out. We need money for a place to stay."

Kyle pulled out the last of his money, Stan offered up some crumbled dollars and Amir pulled out his credit card. The three stared at him.

"Hey, I have a job. Or, I did. Plus, I get an allowance from my parents."

"Well," Kyle finally said. "At least we're settled."

"Now to just wait out until that bitch calls off the cops," Shelly muttered.

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Sure enough, the next day, two cops came to their motel room to inform them that all charges were dropped and that they were free to go.

"What about Sara?" Amir asked much to Shelly's annoyance.

The cops sweated awkwardly. "Well, after she wrecked what was left of the police station, she called a taxi and left. But before that, she told us to tell you guys that…What did she say exactly Billy?"

"Something about payback?"

"Oh, yeah. That she'd make your lives a living hell."

The other cop nodded in agreement. "She sure was crazy."

"You're telling me," Amir murmured.

The first cop patted Amir on the shoulder and said, "Well, good riddance to her. We're actually glad she's gone. We were secretly hoping for you two to win cause she sure was bitchy and bossy. She was real mean to Ernie, our chief of police, to the point that he was gonna cry again…"

Stan and Kyle traded suffering looks as the two cops continued to talk on and on while Amir politely listened. It was Shelly who intervened and quickly shut the door on their faces with an abrupt 'good-bye.'

"See?" Amir said proudly. "Told you everything would be settled."

"Except for the fact that you two are married," Stan said. He eyed his sister wearily. "How are you going to explain this to Mom and Dad?"

Shelly glared at him and looked like she was going to hit him but didn't. Instead, she bossed them out of the motel shouting that they needed to get the car back from the hippie freak's place before someone decided to haul it out to the garbage dump.

After this, the rest of the way home was anticlimactic. Amir and Shelly were quiet but in a comfortable way, Stan was quiet because he seriously could see the huge scene Shelly and Amir would cause back in South Park, and Kyle was quiet because he was just realizing in how much trouble he was going to be in once he got home.

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"What!"

"Shelly! How could you?"

"I'm eighteen. I can do whatever I want and I wanted Amir."

Sharon was getting red and her voice was rising as she said, "As long as you live under this―,"

Randy slammed his hands on the table, causing Amir and Stan to flinch but Shelly to just glare back defiantly. Randy ran a hand through his hair and said, "How could you…how could you go to New York and Los Vegas and not tell me? Huh? Did you ever think I wanted to go too? No. That probably never occurred to you. And you went with a terrorist. Over me?" He crossed his arms and frowned.

"Randy!" Sharon screamed.

He turned to look at her innocently. "What? What did I do?"

"Just shut up and go to our room. I'll have a talk with you in a bit." She turned her attention to Amir and Shelly. "You two. I can't believe you didn't tell us. Not only was this rash and stupid, you ran off and eloped. But, as you said. You're eighteen and there's really nothing I can do." She turned her steely blue eyes at Stan. "As for you young man. You're grounded for three months. No TV. No video games. To school and back, do you hear?"

"Ah-uhh."

At that moment, they heard a magnificent, "KYLE ELIEZER BROFLOVSKI!"

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A/N: Sorry that this has taken so long. I always, always, seem to go down hill once I reach the ending of a story. This might feel rushed because it sorta was. I wasn't exactly sure how to end it. That's why there's an epilogue coming. I hope you enjoyed it anyway and leave some last reviews.