Ugh, exams were too longgggggggg. But I'm back!
Fillingtheemptyvoid, long time no see! Yes I added Billy Miller, figured he should be used as the mob boss, because why not? The Driver, thank you for nearly filling up a page of reviews xD. But seriously, thanks for the support. Ever since I did that Epilogue, I planned the events that took place in the three weeks before it, which I had to fill so this story could tie up any loose ends if I never did anything that contributed to that epilogue, which also explains Cartman's journey from a fat cunt who doesn't care to someone who has humanity. Nice list of movies, though I haven't seen half of them xD. I took the whole "one story at a time thing" from Christopher Nolan (favourite director), as it gives me more time to focus on stuff. My favourite character from South Park is Kenny, mainly because of his sex drive and his accounts on his ability to not die. About that question you accidentally posted, it's fine, and it's gone, so now people won't get confused. You have Wolverine claws? Lucky bastard. As for the KFC, with all the shit Cartman's going through, plus him working out now, I don't think he cares that much.
Anyway, let's get back into the story!
Cartman's PoV
I nervously walk through the warehouse, hoping that nobody would suspect anything, suspicious, about me tonight. Not many people stay late, so I guess that's reassuring. I look around me to see if anyone's batting an eye, before grabbing a set of keys from the key rack and unlocking a car. Eh, it's good enough I suppose.
"Hey! Kingston! Where do you think you're going at this time of the night?" I turn around to see Billy's smug face staring right at me.
"I've decided I'd like to take that offer that The Enforcer gave me." I calmly reply.
"Are you so sure about that? I mean, you seemed pretty -ahem-, disturbed about what happened back there." He says, moving closer.
"I'm fine, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have some fun." I'm about to step into the car but he grabs my arm, stopping me.
"Listen, you haven't seen much have you? Believe me, there is a lot worse in this business than a prostitute getting her brains blown out, got that? You should understand, when you enter this fray, you will see blood getting spilled, and you will be expected to spill some of your own in the process." He says, before letting go.
"Well, you have been working hard so far, so, have a good night." He says before walking away. I stare at him for a few seconds, before eventually entering the car. I managed to get my driver's license last fall, so I should know what I'm doing. I start the engine before leaving the warehouse, driving onto the main road. Let's see, where did he say their place was? A garment factory, about a block away from that old cinema. Kenny and Bebe had a lucky escape there, but not as lucky as when I was fucking beaten by that blonde psychotic motherfucker in that stadium. Man, that was embarrassing, and I wish Mysterion left me a piece for him. I wanted to beat the life out of that motherfucker.
Directions aren't a problem, since the cinema, along with the old Union Station, got absolutely fucked up last summer. The new Mayor hasn't exactly been enthusiastic about rebuilding some of the buildings destroyed, exceptions being made to the Clock Tower and the Station. Everything else, like the cinema, it's basically like a ghost building. The ruins just sit there, since all the rest of the money in the budget was used on the police force. Yeah, that went fucking well didn't it. Now you have gangs running the entire fucking city, and Denver's been a shithole ever since Mysterion decided to finally fuck off. Can't believe I'm saying it but I miss his wannabe Batman ass. Dude actually did something.
I turn into the street where the old cinema was, and I can tell why the government never thought of rebuilding this. This seems like one of the more, let's say, dirtier regions in the city. No wonder Kenny picked this cinema.
I drive around the block until I find the garment factory that dude was telling me about. The factory looks abandoned, but as soon as I pull up near it, about 6 people jump out from behind garbage bins and fences nearby.
"Ello, Sunshine! What are ye doing here?" A man with ragged clothes and dirty hair comes forward, aiming his own revolver at my face.
"I came here to collect a reward from The Enforcer, after I helped with a drug operation this afternoon with the Mob." I explain, with my hands up.
"Bollocks. Take him inside, lads. We don't want blood out on our front yard." He says to his men. They kick open the door before throwing me inside.
"Get on your knees." The gunman asks. I comply, but then I feel his revolver at the back of my head.
"You shouldn't have come here, y'know. Are you afraid of death?" He says.
"Go fuck yourself." I sternly reply.
"Well alright then." He says as he cocks his gun. Just at that moment, another man walks in, who I recognise from the deal.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" He says.
"Hey, Glenn, man it's just standard protocol. He looked suspicious." The gunman pointing the revolver at my head suddenly goes nervous, shedding the gangster facade.
"Jack, is it? You here to collect that reward?" Glenn asks.
"Yeah, I am." I say.
"Ryan, put the gun down, and tell your men to back off and get back outside guarding." Glenn orders. The gun at the back of my head disappears, and I stand up, face to face with Glenn.
"Where's The Enforcer." I ask.
"Why do you ask?" Glenn replies.
"Before I take my, "reward", I have to ask him a few questions. Bil- I mean, The Boss sent me in his behalf." I lie.
"Well, in that case, follow me then." He says before ushering me out of the small, dark, entrance into the large, surprisingly non-factory like main room. It's kind of the same as the warehouse, except I don't remember seeing so many women in chains back there. Everywhere I look, I see them being whipped and forced into other doors that probably branch off from this room, into God-Knows-What.
"You see them skanks? They get forced into what we like to call, "fun rooms". Don't worry, you'll be heading there after this little meeting." Glenn explains as my eyes continue to explore. I see what they have done, they used this abandoned garment factory because it used to be delivering stuff, which would be a perfect cover for white vans coming in and out of the building, as evidenced from the ones coming in from the garage doors over on the right. Well, it seems like I know my escape route.
"Hey, Glenn, we need your help." A thug runs up to the two of us.
"What's the matter?" The skanks are making noise again, aren't they?" Shane asks.
"Yeah. They're fucking loud. We need your, um, "techniques" to shut them up." The thug explains.
"Damnit, alright, Jack, is it? Head straight ahead and make a right turn. You'll find The Enforcer's "crib", there." Glenn explains before walking off with the thug. Alrighty then. I continue walking, though I'm still trying to figuring out an escape route in my head. Let's see, after I do this, there might be some heat, so it seems like there is less men on the right, which when I come out will be the left, okay. Glenn went to the left as well, so him and his men might not come out for a while, which could give me some time. I keep mapping out a plan in my head until a conversation catches my attention.
"So, wait, we're gonna try and take out that mob?" I hear, a bit drowned out by the other noises though. I focus in on the conversation.
"Yeah, we've been planning this for months, and we're going to take out our rivals, so we can rule Denver's underworld." I keep listening.
"Jesus, this sounds like something outta New York."
"Yeah, well, since we know about them because of our, "deals", we know that they mainly get their weapons from this French dude. Real crazy motherfucker, carries around a shovel." Oh shit, they're gonna take out Mole.
"So, when are we attacking them?"
"In about a week or so. Then we take out the mob, and their dumbass kid leader, and everything goes golden." They finish their conversation. That's, interesting. They're going to have a gang war in Denver, Jesus. Should I tell them, or should I let them kill each other so I can focus on finding my mother. Yeah, I'll do that. I might warn Mole though…
I take the directions that Glenn told me, and I find myself outside this gold plated door.
"Oh, Jesus." I mutter before knocking. I stand there for a minute, before noticing a camera in the corner of the corridor. It moves towards me, and just, stays there for a second, before quickly snapping back forward as the door automatically unlocks.
"Have a seat, Mr Kingston." The Enforcer says, with his back turned to what looks like… a painting of heads… lovely.
"Fancy." I say. He suddenly turns around as I take a seat.
"I was informed you had some questions on behalf of The Boss." He says.
"Yeah, I do." I move my hand closer to my holster. Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.
"Well, ask away." He says, leaning back.
"On the night of Christmas Eve, were you in the town of South Park?" I ask.
"And why does Billy Miller want to know that?" He says, taking me by surprise.
"You know his name…" I say, remembering how Billy said he keeps it a secret.
"Of course I do, he used to be one of us." He says.
"Were you in South Park, yes or no." I ask again, becoming a bit more impatient.
"I don't know why you decided to join his "mob". Funny name, I thought a mob would have some power, or at least, act like they do." He says.
"Some buffoon spilled your whole plan, I know what you're going to do." I say.
"Well, isn't that, unexpected." He says, and I notice how he slowly moves his arm to the edge of the table. At this moment I whip out my revolver, cock it, and aim it at his head.
"Listen, bub, I don't really give a shit about Billy's posse of posers, I want to know one thing: Where, Is, Liane, Cartman?" I threaten. I notice his facial expression turn from smug, to slightly concerned. Suddenly, he swiftly moves his hand from the surface of the table to under it, but I act quickly and I shoot his hand before he can aim his own at me.
"I'll take that as an answer to my first question. So, you know who she is." I stand up as he grabs his hand in pain. I move around the desk before whacking him with my pistol, and aiming it at his head yet again.
"Is she alive?" I growl.
"You think I'm scared of death? Come on, big man, do it. End me." He says, confidently.
"Gosh you are so naive." I say before moving the gun to his crotch and firing twice. He yells out in pain as I focus the revolver on his head again.
"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION. IS SHE ALIVE?" I yell in his ear.
"Yes! Gah! S-she's alive!" He cries.
"Where is she? WHERE?!" I say, forcing the gun on his forehead.
"She's, she's not here, okay? She was delivered t-to the Overlord, it was h-him who told us to kidnap her! I swear!" He pleads.
"Where do I find this, Overlord?" I ask.
"Nobody has ever seen him, okay? We just left the van containing her back at our previous meet up point and it was gone the next day, okay? I don't know where she is!" He grabs his crotch in pain.
"You know, you just fucked yourself kid, there's going to be at least 3 people with fully automatics that will burst through that door in the next minute." He says.
"Yeah, I know." I say, before forcing the gun into his mouth.
"You know, back at that meeting you acted like such a hard nut. Look at yourself now. You're pathetic." I say before pulling the trigger. His brains spill out onto the floor, as I hear footsteps becoming increasingly louder. I take out my box of ammo and quickly reload my revolver until all 6 chambers are filled with bullets.
"Come on then, you sick motherfuckers."
A/N: Cliffhanger! So, now that I'm no longer studying for exams, I will probably be returning to regular updates for this fanfiction. Hooray! Anyway, if you liked this chapter, or have any feedback whatsoever, please leave a review as that would be much appreciated. And as always…
Thanks For Reading!