So, I changed my name, I wonder if anyone caught that before reading this. ;)
So, half the chapters of my previous story MORE reviews? That's awesome! Thank you so much for that!
Driver, or should I call you Hawaiian now? Congrats on the new account, and I hope your story is fantastic! Trying the claws is still lucky too! Logan in Black and White? That sounds so fucking awesome. MikeTorenno, don't worry, I won't be tolerating any flaming wars unless I trigger them voluntarily! Smarvin, welcome back! I figured I would like to tell the story from criminal's point of view, but still tell an origin story. Peter Griffin, Billy might be more involved than you think… Filling, I don't really like sidekicks that much, so probably not. Toolshed and Human Kite you can pretty much confirm, but I'm not doing that in the near future. As for you, Samanosuke and Hawaiian, Mysterion VS Coon might be a thing, except, not really a VS story…. And Cell, um, how lovely?
But anyway, onwards with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
Cartman's PoV
The footsteps grow louder and louder, until they door is kicked open and 3 men with shotguns enter. I quickly shoot one in the head and another in the shoulder. I duck down behind The Enforcer's desk just in time before the unscathed gunman fires at my previous position, which just barely misses me. I notice that there is a Beretta M9 right next to me, so I pick it up. I don't have much time as that gunman will likely walk around the desk, so I quickly jump up and fire both my revolver and the Beretta, killing the remaining two men.
"What the fuck was that?!" I hear in the distance. Oh, shit that's bad. I holster my revolver and grab a shotgun, before dashing out of the room. I shoot my way through the twisting corridors, covering the walls with red until I find myself in the main room. A group of gunmen spot me, so I quickly shoot as many as I can before diving in cover behind a van. Holy fucking shit, how am I alive?
Suddenly, someone appears around the corner, but I luckily reflex shoot him in the head, killing him.
"Surround him!" I hear a familiar voice. It's that asshole that I met when I arrived here. What's his name, Ryan? What a douchebag.
Wait a minute, I'm crouched down, behind a van door. Oh, and would you look at that, the keys are inside and the door's unlocked. These criminals are so fucking dumb. I quickly hop in and reverse, knocking down the guys that were behind the van. I glance around the room, before noticing a garage door that's half open. Good enough for me. I step on the pedal, hard, knocking down another few guys before crashing through the garage door, onto the road.
I look into the mirror to realise that I'm quickly followed by three other cars, so I take a sharp turn and head right back into the main city, as I might be able to lose them there. I overtake numerous cars, including many close shaves with other drivers, but I'm alright so far. I look at the rear mirror again, but it's suddenly shot off, and I frantically spin the steering wheel, dodging the incoming fire from the gangsters behind me. I look to the right to see a police car heading straight towards me. I shift gears and slam on the accelerator as I barely miss the car, glancing behind me to see a gangster car get T-Boned. Well, at least the police have some use.
I zig zag between more cars and I take a sharp left at the city centre, as now both cops and crooks chase me through the streets. I look at the other rear view mirror, and it seems I have grown a few car lengths in distance, mainly because of the police interference.
Suddenly I see a police blockade, but I also notice an alleyway that might be wide enough to allow me through. I make it seem that I'm driving straight through the blockade, but I suddenly turn into the alleyway, catching the cops that are behind me off guard, as they slam into one of the buildings that make up the alleyway. I look behind me, smiling with glee as I realise I'm safe. For now anyway.
Well, let's see, I obviously can't head back to South Park, and I don't think it's a good idea to head back to the Warehouse. I mean, I technically do owe this guy, and I know where he is, but he may not be on the friendliest of sides… Oh, and he would appreciate that warning.
I try to remember where the directions are, until I finally find myself on familiar streets, before pulling up into the U-Stor-It alley. I pull up in front of the storage units, and suddenly one opens and 5 gunmen step out. Oh, not again.
"Out of the van!" One orders, and I slowly comply. I carefully reach behind me, and one of them aims their weapon at me.
"I'm dropping my weapons." I assure them.
"Oh no, you won't be doing zat." I hear the familiar French voice, as the former mercenary walks out of the storage unit, ending up right in front of me.
"You will keep your hands behind your back, while we take ze weapons from you. Where are they?" The Mole asks.
"Revolver holstered on my waist, and a shotgun is in the van." I say, placing my hands on my head. Two gunmen come and search me for any more weapons, and retrieve the ammo box that I also had. They also thoroughly search the van, including the back. Luckily there isn't any near-naked girls in there.
"Guys, lower your guns. As for you, Jack, isn't it? Follow me." Mole says. He leads me back to his own storage unit, and grabs a TV remote. He flicks through some channels before reaching the news, where the high speed chase I was involved in is dominating the local headlines.
"Now what ze fuck were you even thinking? You pissed off not only ze cops, but another fucking mob? You are one stoopid beetch aren't you?" Mole scoffs.
"I was more focused on finding out more information on my mother's location than trying to go all Fast and Furious." I say sarcastically.
"Zis is a motherfucking Colt Python revolver, now what ze fuck were you doing that you required one of these?" Mole asks pulling out the revolver I stole.
"Interrogation." I reply.
"Who were you interrogating?" He asks.
"The Enforcer, one of the douchebags who runs that stupid human trafficking mob." I reply.
"Oh, please don't tell me you did what I think you did." He says.
"He was close to crying before I blew his brains out." I smirk. Mole facepalms immediately, sure he laughs a bit but I think it's in an "gosh you are fucking stupid" kind of way.
"Gosh are you fucking stoopid. You do realise zat your mob is fucked, you know zat? It. Is. FUCKED!" He says, waving his arms around.
"I frankly never gave a shit about those glue-sniffing assholes. As I said, I'm only in it to find my mother." I say.
"And 'ow is zat going? What did you get out of ze poor bastard?" He asks.
"Not much, except she's being kept by this dude called The Overlord, and even he doesn't know where he could possibly be." I say.
"Ze Overlord? You mean ze insane, nobody 'as ever seen, Overlord? Every fucking day you live seems to lower your fucking IQ!" He says as I just roll my eyes.
"One more question." He says, before suddenly pointing the revolver at my head.
"Why ze fuck did you 'ave to come 'ere?" He asks.
"I figured, that I owe you after you got mauled by guard dogs all those years ago." I say.
"Okay, aaaand?" He says, moving an inch closer.
"The Enforcer was planning to wage war on my old mob." I say.
"Okay, and what ze fuck does that 'ave to do with me?" He says.
"He was planning to launch an attack on this place, in an effort to wipe out the mob's main weapons supply, which seems to come from you people." I reveal. As soon as I finish my sentence, Christophe's eyes widen and throws my revolver in frustration. I casually pick it back up and holster it, because I don't think he seems to be noticing.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! THESE MOTHERFUCKERS THINK ZAT THEY CAN FUCKING SCREW ME OVER LIKE I'M SOME WORTHLESS CUNT! THOSE PREECKS WILL FUCKING PAY IF THEY EVEN FUCKING DARE TO ATTACK ZIS PLACE, I WILL FUCKING BURN THEIR WORTHLESS BODIES TO ZE GROUND IF THEY EVEN FUCKING TRIED! WORTHLESS, WOMEN ABUSING, PATHETIC, CUNTS!" He rants for a few minutes before finally calming down.
"FUCK!" Or not. He sighs as he sits down on his chair, and begins to stroke his shovel.
"When ze fuck will they try zis?" He asks.
"In about, a week or so from now, I think." I answer.
"Damnit, okay so zis means that we 'ave some time to set up some defenses, and possibly to test a few inventions of my own." He says.
"Wait a minute, did you just say, we?" I ask curiously.
"Yes I said we you fucking buffoon. Now come on, follow me I want to show you a few things." He says, leaping from his chair before escorting me from his unit. I follow him around for a few minutes before he opens up a smaller unit. Inside are a bunch of cloaks and fabrics.
"Now, I 'ave been testing zis for a while now, and I think that I have just made a fabric that is both bulletproof and fireproof." He shows me the fabrics before picking up a nice blood red coloured fabric.
"Zis has been ze most successful, and it is made out of a fabricated version of Kevlar." He says before setting it down. He ushers me to another storage unit. He opens it, revealing a load of armour.
"Zis is my homemade bulletproof armour. I used parts from old military stuff after I found a convoy that was attacked back in my days as a mercenary." He says. The chest piece is mostly dark grey, minus the thick white stripe down the middle. He closes the storage unit and then forces me onwards to another one. He opens it, revealing a set of gloves.
"I once tried to make gloves zat would 'ave hidden blades under ze wrists, just like in Assassin's Creed, however, I couldn't find a big enough blade zat would work with ze contraption zat I built, so instead, I made a miniaturised contraption zat is embedded into ze gloves' fingertip compartments, essentially making claws. I used some of ze finest and hardest metals available, so these claws wouldn't break. They are also 100% retractable, and works via senses in your muscles." He says, trying a glove on. Suddenly, small, but sharp claws pop out of each fingertip, with a noise that goes -SNIKT-. I have to admit, that's pretty fucking cool. I look around, until a vehicle catches my attention.
"Hey Christophe, what's that over there?" I ask, gazing at what seems to be an armoured car over at a larger storage unit.
"Zat? Zat's a prototype vehicle zat I found with ze military convoy. I describe it as an all terrain vehicle, with large armoured plating covering most of ze main body. Even with it's large wheels it can make sharp turns with speeds of up to 60mph, but it still needs some work with the engine, and I need to get ze computer inside of it fixed. But yeah, it's a badass looking car." He explains.
"It has a computer inside of it?" I ask.
"It's a military grade prototype, of course it has something like zis." He says. Suddenly, gunshots are heard from the very front of the storage alley, and Mole stares at me furiously.
"YOU TOLD ME ZAT THEY WOULD BE 'ERE IN A WEEK!" He shouts.
"I swear, that's what I hear from their members themselves! But, maybe, if they know who I am and that I'm part of the mob… oh no, because of what I did they have a reason to wage war. Shit!" I realise my mistake.
"Fuck! I assume you know how to shoot?" He asks me.
"Yeah, I have an idea." I say cocking my revolver.
"You know what, while you're at it, you can test these gloves, see if they were worth my time." He hands me the gloves. I holster my revolver and slip the gloves on.
"Remember, it senses your muscles." He says. I then figure out how to unsheathe them, by flicking my wrists, causing the claws to come out.
-SNIKT-
A/N: Sorry folks, but the battle will have to be done in the next chapter! But at least we finally have the claws! Anyway, if you liked this chapter or have any feedback whatsoever, please leave a review as that would be much appreciated. And as always…
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