A/N For some reason whenever I have earbuds in when writing this my playlist seems to love Eminem... That or my phone has way too much Eminem on it. A new OC will be introduced in this chapter but not named.


J's POV

Me and Kenny just stopped the sixth graders from spray painting the bridge. Again. For the fifth time this week. There are even more of them coming back each time. I even saw Hannah, a sixth grader from my cheer squad, with them. Well the police department's evidence pile has at least fifty spray paint cans in it.

The police actually haven't seen me yet. They just know Mysterion has a new helper. But tonight I do climb up the wall, levitating the spray cans we just collected behind me. Sixth graders were not expecting me to lift up my hand and have all the paint yanked up in the air. Kenny punched a some out of their hands.

The police don't look to surprised to see Mysterion. But they've never seen me before.

"Is this the person that's been helping you Mysterion?" One of the officers asks. Kenny says that they know it's him, but for whatever reason they still address him as Mysterion, and apparently like he's the head of the police station.

"Yes." Kenny replies in the darker tone he uses.

"Well what's her name?" The same officer asks. Sh*t. We forgot about that.

"Why do I need a name?" I ask. While Kenny uses a lower tone, he told me to use a higher one then my voice.

"Most people have a name." Another officer says.

"Well I don't" I reply. This is cool. Having a group of respected adults follow two kid's directions. I see why Kenny started doing this now, these guys are dumb.

The phone rings and the head officer picks it up. "South Park Police."

"What do you mean the jewelry store is being robbed?"

"We'll send some out."

I turn to Kenny. "Want me to get there now and see what's going on?" I ask. He nods. I teleport to the jewelry store.

Kenny's POV

"Wait where'd your helper go?" The officer asks.

"She teleported to the jewelry store to see what was happening." I reply, using a lower tone. Well this is more exciting then stopping an army of sixth graders from vandalism.

"What do you mean teleported?" He asks.

"I'm going to go see what's happening too." I jump out the window and run in the direction of where the alarm is going off.

Kyle's POV

"Stan do you know why our parents dragged out here on Sunday night? When we have school tomorrow?" I ask Stan. Our parents dragged us and our siblings out of our houses to see why alarms were going off. We ended up at the jewelry store, where the police officers were.

"I think someone decided to rob the jewelry store." Stan replies. "My parents completely forgot about J."

"Wait what?" I ask.

"Did you see the news story where the forest burned down and everyone was supposed to stay away?" Stan asks. "It was the forest J was living in. She texted me asking if I knew anywhere she could stay."

"And your parents ended up keeping her there?" I ask. Stan's not paying attention anymore. I look up where he's looking. There's a kid in mostly black clothes. With a sack slung over his back.

Mysterion or well Kenny appears on the roof too. Someone else appears too. It actually looks how Kenny described how J looked the other day when.

"Stan I found J." I tell him.

"So did I." He replies.

J's POV

It puzzles me why a boy would job a jewelry store. Especially one my age.

I levitate the sack full of stolen jewelry out of his hands. He seems to notice the rock on my neck. Either he's going to steal it, or someone else has a magic rock. He tries to grab it. Giving Kenny the opportunity to punch him. While the boy is busy fighting Kenny, I run behind him and levitate him in the air.

"You know you shouldn't wear valuables while fighting. Especially one's with power." The boy says.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't throw you off this edge." I say.

"I can find a way out of it either way." The boy says.

"Okay." I throw him just so he doesn't fall and levitate the bag of jewels down to the police officers.

The Next Morning

I'm usually a morning person. But this rock drains my own energy sometimes. I also didn't use it the entire time.

"You need to get up." Stan says. Apparently he's awake. "Someone told me your class is taking some special class today."

"Yeah I know." I reply. "But I'm pretty sure I can swim already." My school takes the class to the indoor pool in the high school every year, and we get a gym unit in the pool.

"Get up anyway." Stan then throws a pillow at me. Which I throw back into his face.

"Fine. Just don't try to hurt me with something that's going to fail terribly." I say. I climb off the couch that Stan's parents have been letting me sleep on. I teleported back last night before Stan's family could get home. Which allowed me to get my normal clothes on and fake sleep. His parents and Shelley thought they just forgot me. "It's so weird not sleeping in a tree anymore."

"What's it like sleeping in a tree?" Stan asks.

"You know how you can fall out of trees and sometimes you feel unbalanced. You have that feeling all night. Sometimes you wake up on the ground though." I explain. I look at the clock. "Hey! It's only seven-thirty!"

"Your usually up by now." Stan states.

"Yeah but the rock actually takes the biggest energy source near it for power and I did hand to hand combat too. How does Kenny deal with this?" I say.

"That's a question for Kenny." Stan says. "Want to see if they got anything on the news about that fight yet?"

"They put that type of stuff on the news here?" I ask. "This is a cool town."

"Yeah wait until an oil company unleashes a demon over lord that Cartman tames to be his pet again." Stan says.

"Now I feel bad that I have barely known anything from world news for five years, it sounds like life's been pretty exciting." I say. Seriously, a f**king demon over lord. "Go ahead and turn the news on."

Stan turns on the TV, where a news reporter is in fact, describing the fight that took place last night. "We all know of course of Mysterion, who has been helping our small town of South Park for about a year. But apparently there's a new hero and villain in South Park too."

"Seriously. They put this stuff on the news?" I ask again.

"Yes." Stan replies.

The news reporter is still talking. "We have even gotten drawings of the fight. By the same illustrator that created the first picture of Mysterion we received." The screen displays two images. One is older, of Kenny as Mysterion fighting someone who is unseen. The other one is of me and Mysterion fighting whoever was on top of the jewelry store. "The new hero knows Mysterion, but as far as we know does not have a name, some of the locals have claimed to see her having psychic powers. We will interview some of the locals now."

Stan clicks off the TV. "Whatever they're going to say is either going to be something we already know, or something stupid."

"We should probably walk to the bus stop anyways." I say. "It's about seven-fifty."


A/N Okay. SO MUCH EMINEM! I'm pretty sure my playlist is 80% Eminem.