And so it begins.
Chapter 10
This is pretty much everything you don't want to happen. Someone asshole suddenly appearing with the intent to ruin your day, and possibly your life. It sucks, but what can we do? We have virtually no way to stop Terrorblade right now, given he found us here in this situation and how we're all exhausted from earlier, and I have a sneaking suspicion he knows we know something about the Stick. Which is likely why he's here at the moment, despite all the chaos that has happened in South Park within the last hour. And not to mention, Terrorblade isn't a human being, but he's a demon. A demon feared and hated by other demons, as the book said. Having played Dota, I know what Terrorblade is capable of, but what I'm confused is why we have WoW powers, but there's a Dota character here, and the Ginger Kids acted like they were playing Dungeons and Dragons, not to mention Ray being "Dragonborn" is fairly reminiscent to Skyrim. It's really confusing, so many video game stuff lumped into the real world, I just hope someone comes by to explain the situation to us soon. I remember some joke being thrown around about how everytime Morgan Freeman has to explain something about a plotline, he gains a freckle. That being said, we are in quite the shitpickle.
"Is that...is that..that can't be..." Ray stammered, his voice shaking nervously. I looked at him and his eyes looked like a deer's in headlights.
The demon brought his arms out, as if telling us to challenge him, to bring it on. "I...am Terrorblade!"
"Uh oh," Stan said in response. I didn't say anything in response. Like his name, I could feel the terror, and I knew what Terrorblade is potentially capable of. I looked to my left and both Ray and Isaac stuttered in their place nervously. To my right Stan held Wendy close to him. I looked into Terrorblade's eyes - the glowing eyes of doom that instilled fear and terror into me, and I could feel my heart beat. Maybe that's why they call him "Terrorblade", because right now, I can literally feel the terror.
Terrorblade's sneer turned quickly into a scowl, his face tilting downward but eyes still facing at us, as if glaring at us like he's a predator and we're his prey. "I came here for one thing, and I precisely know you kids have it."
"...have what?" Wendy is probably trying to play Terrorblade and would probably try to outsmart him. Unfortunately for her, a demon who is feared by other demons is probably the last person Wendy should fuck with.
"You foul miscreants, I know you have the Stick. The Stick of Truth!" Terrorblade walked back and forth. "And I didn't wait this long only to have five snotty little kids try to play stupid with me! Though...I'll admit I haven't seen the UFO crash and the zombies coming."
"That's how you got to us?" Stan asked.
"I mean what do you think I can do?" Terrorblade let out a chuckle. "I can do many things, but conjuring up aliens and zombies aren't my specialty. No, it was just convenient timing, and I used the cover of the chaos to get through the town. I mean, if I tried to walk into South Park on a normal day, I'll be spotted immediately."
"What makes you think we have whatever 'Stick' you're talking about?" Wendy said.
Terrorblade pointed at Wendy. "You should be the last one to act like a snark, Wendy Testaburger-" Terrorblade turned his gaze to Stan, "-and you, Stanley Marsh, are carrying the Stick. And I precisely know who here is Dovahkiin!" Terrorblade turned his glare to Ray. "Wanna know how I know all this - you guys having the Stick and your names?"
"...how?" I'm going to regret saying this, and this probably isn't going to be good.
Terrorblade grinned wickedly at me. "Thought you'd never ask, Cole Dimmons, brother of Isaac Dimmons." Terrorblade stepped back to the sidewalk directly across from where we were standing. To his left was a mailbox and a newspaper stand illuminated by a lightpost. He raised his left foot to kick them both down. Papers and letters flew everywhere, and what we saw in the streetlight were two kids our age tied up with their backs together sitting down. Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick to be exact. They were bruised and beaten badly.
We all gasped. "Kyle...Kenny...you - you bastard..." Stan choked.
"I've been scouting the town for days, had my eyes and ears on you kids." Terrorblade let out another laugh. "Kids these days are so fucking stupid, them just rotting their brains away with social media, brainless literature like Terrance and Phillip, and idiotic video games." He pointed at Kyle and Kenny. "Hell, these two idiots actually thought I was playing some kind of game with them when I came to capture him. And speaking of social media-" Terrorblade turned to Ray again "-did you know, Raymond Irvington, that what makes a Dragonborn's - or Dovahkiin's - power is not his farts, but his ability to make lots of friends? The farts are just tools, but the power of friendship is what makes you." Terrorblade laughed again. "Well good luck making lots of friends when I rip the Stick out of Stanley while watching your town burn down to the ground." Terrorblade is a fucking douchebag. He has us beat by a longshot, and he's taunting us. We're little kids while he's a demon feared by other demons, and he gloats about it because he knows that he's better than us.
"Um...I...that may explain the way everyone acted to me..." Ray said.
"What, your parents fed you lies, Raymond? A little amnesiac we have here, but don't worry, you'll feel the truth soon enough." Terrorblade walked back and forth again while Kyle and Kenny sat silently. "Have you ever wondered why I wanted the Stick?"
"...why?" I asked.
"Well they say whoever controls the Stick controls the universe," Terrorblade educated, "but you kids missed one important part."
"And that is?" Wendy asked.
Terrorblade looked to his left. "Morgan Freeman? Get over here and explain it to these meddling kids!"
Out of the darkness, Morgan Freeman popped from next to Kyle and Kenny and stood by Terrorblade's side. "You see," Morgan said, "when humans and orcs lived together in the forests of Hollow Falls, an elven queen fell in love with the orc known as Dandar. They loved in secret and had a child, for interracial marriage was taboo at the time. When everyone suspected the elven queen and plotted for her conviction, she prayed to God, and thus the Stick of Truth was forged in the fires of Sovngarde - the realm of heroes past - and would be passed down. The stick projects great power to begin with beyond one's imagination, but whoever controlled the Stick controlled power one can possibly imagine. But the Stick doesn't give immortality, and so the elf queen was felled to an assassin's blade who took the Stick for his own. But each time someone new gets a Stick, the Stick must be repowered by the holy flames in order to 'control it'. So far, no one has successfully breached Sovngarde."
"Wow, that...is super nerdy," Wendy said.
"Just one thing, Morgan Freeman," Stan asked. "How come every time something convoluted needs explaining you show up?"
Morgan Freeman smiled as a freckle appears as a flash of light below his left eye. "Because everytime I show up and explain something, I earn a freckle."
"Alright, shoo, get the fuck outta here." Terrorblade pushed Morgan Freeman away. "Now I'll give you kids a choice: give me the Stick, or your friends die. And if you dare try to attack me, I'll kill you all, your friends, and take the Stick for myself! Starting with Kenneth over here." Terrorblade unwrapped Kyle and Kenny as his blades suddenly disappeared. He picked up Kenny by his collar with his left hand. "I'll separate this white trash head from the rest of his body if I have to!"
"No!" Stan shrieked with fear in his voice. "Don't kill Kenny!"
"You...bastard..." Kyle muttered.
"Then do as I command you and give me the Stick! Or this little rat gets it!" Terrorblade screamed.
As the words left Terrorblade's mouth, another voice came from our left. I turned left to see a stray Nazi Zombie charging straight for Terrorblade. "Es ist Zeit für Säuberung! Wir müssen die Juden ausrotten!"
Terrorblade growled. "Oh get the fuck outta here, you!" As the zombie reached Terrorblade, Terrorblade picked up the zombie by its head and tossed the zombie at a nearby car whence it came. The zombie's head must have crashed into the car's gas tank since the car and the zombie immediately exploded in flames.
"Oh...my..." Isaac said in awe.
"Now give me the Stick!" Terrorblade threatened.
It was quite a tough situation indeed. I didn't like Kenny McCormick all that much, but I couldn't watch him be decapitated by a complete asshole. On the other hand, as Morgan Freeman said, the Stick already gives power, but if Terrorblade gets it refueled at Sovngarde, who knows what kind of power he'll have and what he'll do with it, and given his track record, it's not looking good. But I didn't want to see innocent people die.
"Should we give the Stick?" Ray asked.
"We can't because then Terrorblade will control everything!" Isaac replied.
"I can't watch my friends die," Stan said depressingly, "I can't see them murdered."
"But we have a job to do though," I reasoned.
"If we keep the Stick," Wendy said, "Terrorblade will kill our friends, kill us, and get the Stick anyways. If we give it to him right now, he'll run, but at least we have time to track him down. And save our friends." Wendy with her unflawed logic, like usual.
"I'm - I'm with Wendy," Stan stammered, "I can't see Kenny and Kyle die!"
"It's up to you, really," I said to Ray.
Ray nodded. "I'm liking Wendy's idea. Alright, Stan, give it to him."
I hope we haven't made a huge mistake. As Stan slowly crept forward with the Stick in his right hand, Terrorblade swiftly snatched it with his right hand. "Ow!" Stan said.
Terrorblade then dropped Kenny on the ground. "If I ever see you kids again, I'll spread your entrails all over South Park to see. Consider this your last warning, Dovahkiin." He then ran off west into the darkness.
Stan and Wendy immediately ran over to Kenny and Kyle. "Oh my gosh, are you two alright?" Stan waved me over. "Cole! Come here and heal them!"
I nodded as I ran over and placed my hands on Kenny's and Kyle's backs, glowing with nature's power. "Alright, don't move too much, you'll both be up and running in no time."
"Shoulda let me die to be honest," Kenny said, "at least then I can come back."
"Kenny, don't be stupid," Wendy retorted.
"I - I thought I was a goner," Kyle said sadly. "I mean we went through lots struggles together Stan, but this...this is something else completely."
"I know, man, I couldn't watch you two die," Stan said.
"Cole, this is what you had to tell us?" Kyle asked. "Terrorblade? Cole, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. Look I've been an asshole, and I hope you can forgive me."
I'm honestly not the type of person to straight up say "sorry" or "I forgive you", I'm not sure what's wrong with me. "Well, I mean there were lots of miscommunication thrown around here and there, and it's kinda my fault as well, but well...yeah, we're - we're in - we're in quite the shitpickle, yes."
Kyle and Kenny both stood up. "Alright, well Kenny and I can't come with, we gotta stay here and fight back the zombies. Where are you all headed anyways?"
"North Park," Ray replied.
"That's a long way from here," Kyle said.
"Cole will think of something," Isaac said, "he's always have!"
I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Oh come on Isaac, you put too much faith in me."
"Well we can't start the journey now," Wendy said, "it's the middle of night and I'm pretty tired. My feet are killing me."
"Well we can't stay here, for obvious reasons," Ray retorted, "so where do we go?"
"We have camping supplies, right?" Stan said. "I know of one place. I think it will bring back memories to you, Wendy."
Unfortunately, no action right now. Not really much more to say. Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed the chapter. Until next time.