I leap off the building and roll when my feet hit the ground. Before thinking, I rip Kevin off of my little sister and pin him up against the other building with my arm over his throat.

"KAREN MCCORMICK IS OFF LIMITS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" It's hard to keep my Mysterion voice when I'm this angry.

"M-mysterion? Is it really you?" His nazily voice sounds more irritating than ever.

"DO. NOT. SAY. MY. NAME." I hiss. He tenses and turns white as I press him further into the wall. I pull out a shuriken star and press it against his cheek with my free hand. "You are a sick and vile human being, and you will pay for this." I transfer the shuriken into my other hand, the hand attached to the arm that's currently pinning this sick weirdo to the wall. I pull out my cheap little flip phone that I use for Mysterion purposes and press "1" to speed dial Sergeant Yates.

"This is Yates." He answers.

"Sergeant, this is Mysterion. I have a sick lunatic that just tried to rape a twelve year old girl that needs to be brought to justice."

"Mysterion?! Really?! Oh man, I haven't heard from you in years, glad you're still doing good. Where are you? I'll be there with my men shortly." I don't know the names of the buildings around me, but I describe to him as best as I can and sure enough about thirty seconds later, (since South Park is not that large of a town.) he's there. I watch as they handcuff the bastard and put him in a car to take away for questioning, I mean I can't believe how sick people can be, he tried to rape a twelve year old girl, he tried to rape Ka-KAREN! Aw shit, I was so busy taking care of Kevin I didn't even stop to ask Karen if she's okay. I turn away from the cop cars and see Karen being questioned by officer Barbrady. Oh Jesus…...I quickly go over to them.

"Excuse me, Barbrady?" It took all the effort I had not to call him "Buttbaby" as my friends and I have called him so many times before.

"Excuse me, sir! I don't know who you are, but I am questioning this girl who almost got horribly raped!" Karen puts her head down and looks at the ground.

"I'm Mysterion, Barbrady, Just let me talk with her."

"Oh, Mysterion? Well okay I think I've asked enough questions for now." I look over his shoulder at the clipboard he's holding and see that he wasn't writing down answers and had been drawing bunnies instead. Typical. We wanders away singing a little song to himself and I take his place in standing in front of Karen. Her head is still down and I see tears lining her brown eyes.

"Hey champ, are you okay?" Her head snaps up and her expression goes from sadness to rage.

"Am I okay? Where have you been, Mysterion!?" She says angrily.

"Huh?" I say say stupidly. I was expecting her to react a little differently…

"You heard me! Where have you been the last six years? Do you not remember the last time you talked to me? In the foster home, when I was six years old! And do you remember what you said to me? I do, I was six years old and I remember perfectly! You said 'You are not alone, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will always be here, do you understand?' And I thought I did understand, until the years started to pass and I never saw you! My life has been a living hell Mysterion! Complete shit! LOOK!" She takes off the baggy sweatshirt and rolls up the sleeves of the thin sweatshirt she was wearing underneath to reveal numerous cuts across her wrists. Cuts that she had made herself.

"KAREN, when did you start-"

"It doesn't matter! Everyday of my life for as long as I have lived, has been horrible. I am still that weak and alone girl from the foster home. When I was little I had you to look up too, you made me feel like I mattered! But you know what I realized? I realized that I don't know who you are! I could have been trusting a serial killer! And I still don't know who you are! So unless you reveal who you are, get away from me. You haven't been there for me like you said you would, so I can't trust you to be my friend. An you are certainly NOT my guardian angel!" She pulls the baggy sweatshirt back over her head and storms off.

"Karen? K-KAREN WAIT!" I try to grab her arm but she shakes me off.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" I stop in my tracks as she walks away. Sergeant Yates is the only officer left, he's leaning against his police car with his arms crossed and his eyes follow Karen as she storms past him.

"Um, Miss?" He begins.

"I'm fine, I've already done the questioning, I just…..want…. to go home…" She pulls up her hood and starts walking away. Her voice clips off at the end of her sentence as if she was holding back tears. Yates walks over to me.

"You know that girl?" He asks.

"Yeah, I...I...Saved her a few times when she was six years old." I said.

"You think she'll be okay?"

"I hope so, Yates, I really hope so…." I start to trail off. "Well I think I've done my work for today sir, If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Of course, God bless you Mysterion." I leap back up on the building and pull out my gun. I won't be able to sleep tonight, not after seeing the cuts on Karen's wrists. And maybe some time trapped in purgatory will let my brain sort things out before I come back to my bed. I check to see if Yates has left, and he had. I place the muzzle of the gun on my forehead and pull the trigger.