Running for Her Life – Chapter 14

A South Park Fanfiction

A/N- Sorry I haven't been updating. I will try to finish this story before I have to start school again, because I'm told I'm going to get- ack- LOADED with homework. And I still haven't started summer reading yet. Hehehe... yeah, I'm screwed. XD Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Marie and Kimberly.

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Returning to the room, Kenny took his place back at his chair, his senses sharpened now that he was completely awake.

The hospital room was now housing Marie, Kimberly, Craig, Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Tweek, Wendy, and Kenny himself. The room being tiny, they stood around awkwardly as Kenny, Kimberly, and Mrs. Carter's seat were taken.

Marie's mother wasn't back yet, but Tweek was seated on the chair so he wouldn't knock anything over if he lost it.

"What are you guys doing here anyway?" Kenny asked irritably, still quite pissed his nap had been interrupted. He folded his arms across his chest and laid back in the chair, half tempted to fall asleep again. He didn't however, because he knew that Cartman and Kyle's expected bickering would keep him awake.

Stan looked over at Wendy, his expression one of accusation. Wendy put her hands on her hips.

"I happen to worry when Craig stands up in the middle of class and walks out without saying anything after Kimberly and you don't show up for school," she said. Wendy glanced over at the Tucker, a bored expression on her face. "You have detention tomorrow because of that, by the way."

Craig shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but flipped her off anyway. Wendy scoffed but didn't react negatively. Instead, she looked over at Kenny expectantly. "What happened to Marie, anyway?"

Kenny's expression turned dark, but he looked away.

"Fuck off," he hissed. "I'm tired of repeating things."

Wendy raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond. She turned to Kimberly, looking for answers.

Kimberly sighed, but only said, "Her dad." She paused, adding, "He's dead now, though, so don't worry." She shrugged, her eyes resting on the edge of Marie's bed.

Wendy didn't look surprised.

"Who killed him?" she asked, but by her tone, she sounded like she already knew.

Everyone- except Tweek, who was continuously letting out strange sounds and shrieks- had their eyes fall on the boy in the orange parka in the chair, who was looking out the window. Curious by the sudden silence, he looked back at the group.

Meeting everyone's eyes, he scowled.

"What?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. Wendy smirked.

"So Underwear Boy was the hero, huh?" she teased. "It only makes sense."

"But doesn't it bother you? That he killed someone?" Kyle interjected. Wendy shook her head.

"Half the people in this room have all killed something. Craig came close to killing that guinea-pirate. Stan's killed Japanese. Fatass has killed so many it's hard to count. Kyle, you killed Jesus," she said, laughing.

Kyle's face turned red, and Cartman started yelling, "I'm not fat! It's all muscle, bitch!" along with a few other curses and yells.

Kenny groaned, and the room fell silent. He glared at the group again.

"What the fuck? Me groaning isn't doing anything, right?" he complained. He glanced at the clock, his eyes widening.

Swearing furiously, he stood up, stumbling slightly.

"Why didn't any of you tell me it was after six? I'm going to be late!" he said.

"Where are you going? You don't have a date, right?" Kimberly asked. Kenny narrowed his eyes, looking annoyed.

"Fuck no. I have to go talk to the police about the whereabouts of Marie's father. They're already incompetent enough without my help, and knowing them, they won't stop searching unless I tell them to." He sighed, irritated, and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up at Kimberly mockingly. "Now can I go, Mom?"

She grinned at him. "Sure, honey. Just be back for dinner," she joked.

Kenny sighed but waved goodbye as he left the room.

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Mysterion quickly edged along the already dark streets, trying to reach the police station before anyone went home for the night.

Finally reaching the building, he climbed the fire-escape on the side of the building and pulled himself up to balance on the open windowsill, waiting for somebody to notice his presence.

Nobody seeming to see him, he cleared his throat irritably. Just as Mysterion thought, some jumpy officer carrying a stack or two of papers leaped two feet in the air, dumping the pile of papers all over the floor. Mysterion sighed, not wanting that to happen.

"Ack! Mysterion!" the officer said, his voice shaking.

"Where's the chief?" Mysterion asked, his voice hard. The male officer squeaked, and Mysterion was amazed a grown man could make that sound and wasn't Tweek.

"I-I'll be right back with him," he said, his voice faltering. He scurried off a couple second later.

Mysterion almost laughed aloud. Why was it that the police force in South Park were such wimps? That and they were still afraid of him for some strange reason. They didn't remember that he was just another teenager from South Park, either. (Mysterion thought it had to do with him dying shortly after they had arrested him for being Mysterion. ...yeah, that still sounded about right.) Jesus, he had only been giving them tips on where the biggest criminals in South Park were, and-

"...sterion? Mysterion?" the chief barked, and Mysterion snapped to attention, being ripped out of his thoughts mercilessly. After he saw he had his attention the chief continued. "What are you doing here?"

Mysterion cleared his throat. "I came to tell you that George Carter had been killed."

There were gasps from the office. The chief looked confused, though he tried not to show it.

"You mean that asshole who broke out of prison? How'd he die?" he demanded. He moved his had to stroke his mustache, trying to look smart. Mysterion had to hold back laughter.

"He was shot by someone at one of the bars out toward Denver. I don't know who it was, but the killer got so scared that he buried him out in South Park Cemetary with the gun," Mysterion lied easily. It worked, for the police men started whispering amongst themselves like schoolgirls. Mysterion almost snickered.

All that was cut short with one simple question.

"Are you sure that you had nothing to do with it?" the chief asked. Mysterion froze for a millisecond, but then loosened up by scoffing.

"Why would I have killed some idiotic man? I had nothing to do with this," he said bitterly. The chief paused, but nodded and looked away from him for a second, and Mysterion took that moment to slip away into the darkness.

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Keeping his footing on the edge of the sidewalk, Mysterion sprinted away from the police station as fast as he could. It was especially chilly that night, and the teen rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself because his costume wasn't enough to do the job.

He knew that visiting hours had to have been over at the hospital, so he figured he'd just go home to get some sleep. He slowed his sprint to a slow walk, and he moved to walk on the edge of the road instead.

What happened next happened so quickly, Mysterion hadn't realized that anything had happened until it had. The next thing he knew he was on the ground, his arm and head screaming in pain. A family surrounding him, screeching and crying. A car, still running, was a few feet in front of him. It didn't have it's headlights on.

"G-God dammit," he whispered harshly. As he felt something warm ooze around his head, blackness formed on the edges of his vision, closing in faster and faster until he was fully consumed by it, all of his pain melting away.

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Oh my God, I've killed Kenny! :O (I only did it because he didn't die enough in this fic!)

Review, review, review, and I'll update Sunday. Promise. :P