Hello Everyone! Sorry for the lack of updating in the past week, but school just started again, I got attached to Batman Arkham Asylum, so I beat that in about 5 days, and work is a bitch, so yeah. Also, writer's block, so yeah. But I'm back now so hopefully all will be well.
Anonymous, you will find out soon enough, and they are probably a bunch of nobodies. Psycho, don't worry the story will continue. This chapter will go one of two ways, depends on how I execute it
Anyway, back to the action!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters… or Good Day Colorado.
The Next Morning
"Welcome everyone to Good Day Colorado!" The host said with a gleaming smile.
"Today we will be focusing on the shocking events that took place last night at one of Denver's cinemas and at one of our malls." Another host added.
"Indeed. The tragic events of what are called, last night's "Chaos Attacks" took place last night, when about 3 gunmen opened fire in a cinema while it screened the new "Spider-Man: Homecoming", and when a gas attack occurred at Cherry Creek Shopping Center. Explosions broke out at the mall, while the cinema caught fire and burned down, and we have also learned that the shooters may have been killed in the fire. There have been reports of hostages taken from the mall before the place was destroyed."
"The Mayor of Denver will be making a statement later today acknowledging the recent attacks."
"There has been many negative feedback to how the police could have prevented these attacks, and what's even more controversial is that Mysterion was only seen once last night, at the cinema attack, but he disappeared before the fire was put out."
"Let's see what other people think. People have been calling in, so let's hear them right now! Go to line 1 please!" The host calls.
"Hi? Hello?" A voice entered the broadcast.
"Hello! You're on live! What's your name?" A host asks.
"M-my name's Cathy." She answers.
"Tell us, what do you think of the recent events?" A host asks again.
"I think that this was a disgusting attack. What's even more disgusting is that our so-called "saviour" didn't seem to give a shit about it!" The woman exclaimed before she was quickly cut off.
"Ok, let's head to another person. Go to line 2!" The host quickly says.
"Hello there." A cold voice calmly speaks.
"Hi there. Who is this?" The host asks.
"Y'know, it's such a pity that your pathetic little superhero didn't seem to care last night. It seems like he just can't take it anymore." He says with a slight chuckle.
"Umm, Sir? Are you feeling alright?" The host asks, looking visibly worried.
"Tell me, do you wanna know what their final words were? What about the look on their faces? Do you wanna see that? Do ya?" The voice taunts.
"Oh my God. It's you, isn't it?" The host says.
"You know, I could just show you a video of them screaming, pleading, begging, for their pathetic little lives. I could show you what their faces were before I killed each one of them slowly and painfully. Just by playing a little video." The voice starts laughing. The hosts' faces are filled with terror and disgust.
"Or, I could just do this!" The voice adds.
Suddenly, 5 bodies slam into the glass windows behind the hosts, each with a noose around their necks keeping them hanging there in full view of the camera. Each of the bodies are lined up, with letters on their chests.
They end up spelling out chaos.
"Enjoy the treat!" The voice says, laughing maniacally, while the hosts run screaming from the studio and the camera quickly pans away from the bodies. The footage ends there.
"So, Ma'am, this is what happened about an hour ago. The 5 bodies have been identified and seem to have all been killed in different ways." One of my aides says to me.
"Is Yates on this?" I ask them.
"Yates has been busy with the other two attacks, ma'am. He sent his partner Mitch Murphy to the studio, while he has been busy dealing with the other attacks. He's at the Police Station if you want him." One of them says.
"No, it's fine. So, Mysterion hasn't showed up since the attack at the Cinema? Nothing hinting at his whereabouts? That seems a bit suspicious to me." I tell them.
"Well, Mysterion is a vigilante, ma'am. He shouldn't be trusted that much, or else this could hurt our reputation and the public could see us as having to depend on an outlaw to keep us safe, where the police haven't been doin-" My aide gets cut off when a guard enters my office.
"Excuse me for barging in like this, Madame Mayor, but there has been a security breach." He tells us. I nod at my aides and they leave with the guard. I turn my chair around, now facing the window that overlooks this pathetic mountain town. God, why can't I just become Mayor of Denver already? Suddenly my phone vibrates. I take it out and it displays a text message from an unknown number.
"You wanted me…" I read it out loud.
"Here I am." I hear a raspy, deep voice behind me, making me turn my chair to meet the vigilante's serious gaze. He then grabs a chair and props it against the door to my office.
"What do you want to meet me for?" He asks. I take a look at the way he's dressed. Black/purple hood with a small green question mark on the front edge of it, dark cape flowing from the back of the hood, seems like the same material, black body suit with a large green "M" on the chest, utility belt the same colour as the cape and hood. And finally a black half-mask covering most of his face except his eyes and mouth.
"I wanted to know if I could trust you." I ask hesitantly.
"I've been cleaning South Park's and Denver's streets for 9 months and you're only asking me this now?" He says with a slight grin on his face.
"Then where were you last night?" I ask him. His grin disappears, turning back into his serious scowl once again.
"Two places were attacked last night, one of which as far as I know had at two teenage citizens of South Park only that, but another teenager never made it back home last night, and he was said to have been in Denver during the attacks. Not only that, but Leopold Stotch used to be a citizen of South Park before he killed his parents and fled, ultimately turning into the monster had has become now. I spent last night trying to figure out a connection, and possibly trying to deduce who could be targeted next." He explains
"Wait, what do you mean targeted next?" I ask.
"2 people involved in one attack, another never made it home from Denver during the time that these attacks took place. I have a dreadful feeling that some people are being targeted by Stotch." He tells me.
"What makes you say that? Maybe it was just dumb luck." I say to him.
"Trust me, it wasn't." He says.
"How could you be so sure?" I ask.
"I will only share that information with Sergeant Harrison Yates." He told me. I think about this for a second before remembering something.
"Sergeant Yates told me that you were a friend of this terrorist." I tell him.
"Yes, I was." He says, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.
"So, do you have an idea of what, you know, made him like this?" I ask him. He looks at me for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth.
"I wouldn't blame him for going a bit crazy, but what he did 2 years ago took things way too far. He was abused by his father and frequently bullied in both Middle and High School. He was a good guy before things went bad for him." He told me.
"And I am done, talking to you." He says, giving me a glare before pulling out some grappling hook and disappearing through a vent on the ceiling. I hear banging on the blocked door so I go to remove the chair, where my aides burst in the door with their guns out.
"Jesus Christ, nobody's here." I assure them.
"Then why couldn't we open the door?" One of them ask.
"Because a certain little vigilante wanted to pay a visit." I tell them. They look towards each other in disbelief before leaving my office.
Mysterion's PoV
I leave City Hall in disgust, grappling away to SPPD to see Yates.
Butters was my friend, but he has crossed the line. Cartman (even though I hate to admit it) may have been right. It doesn't help that Clyde never made it home last night. I grapple until I reach the station, and I enter Yates' office.
"You told the Mayor I was friends with him?" I ask him.
"It slipped out, ok? Besides, where the hell were you after the cinema incident? I had officers scrambling everywhere after what happened on Good Day Colorado!" He had a short little rant before he calmed down.
"God, #ColoradoChaos is now trending nationwide, and we're getting ridiculed by the press because we can't catch this asshole!" He says.
"It's not the only bad news." I tell him.
"What now? Please don't tell me it's another att-" Yates gets cut off when an officer enters the office.
"Sir, it's that Donovan again." He tells Yates.
"Listen, I've already said that-" He gets cut off again.
"This is different. He says it's something worrying him." He says. Yates sighs in defeat.
"Let him in." Yates finally says. Roger Donovan rushes into the office, holding his phone. The poor guy has been paranoid ever since his wife died because of that stupid toilet incident. Now he's worrying that he'll lose his son.
"Sir, someone sent me a message, and I thought it was some stupid prank but these goddamn kids but it's something different, I can feel it." He says, completely oblivious that I'm in the room with him. He then shows us the message:
'Clyde or Kevin? The depths of Hell or Pass into Heaven? Chaos or Serenity? Reply in 5 minutes!'
The message seems weird, but I finally figure it out.
"It's a skip code." I say.
"A what?" Roger asks.
"When did you get this message?" I ask him.
"About 2 minutes ago, why?" He says, worried. I quickly dive out the window, using my cape to soften my landing. I quickly use my grapple gun to rush to Hell's Pass hospital. Clyde Hell Pass Chaos 5 Minutes. It's a warning, from Butters.
I grapple to the roof of the building closest to Hell's Pass, looking over at it's rooftop, where I see a man holding a noose around Clyde, very close to the edge of the roof. He then drops him, so I quickly throw my shuriken at the rope, severing its grasp from Clyde, and I glide down just in time to catch Clyde before he hits the ground. He seems to be muttered for some gibberish and I notice the mark on his neck. A syringe mark. I leave him to be attended by doctors, picking up my shuriken from the ground, and I grapple up to the rooftop where the thug is. I rush him, tackling him to the ground and punching his face over and over again, knocking him out. I hang him by his foot from the rooftop using some rope, gliding away from the scene.
This confirms it, they're targeting us.
A/N: Oh no! Not Clyde! Sure I sorta had him beaten up in the last story, but still, not Clyde! I got the skip code idea from this great show called "Sherlock", so if you're into detective stuff I recommend you check that show out! Like the last story, I want you guys to guess who's going to be targeted by Professor Chaos next! Except this time, no hints! Anyway, it's about half ten in the evening where I am, so I should probably end this chapter off. So…
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