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Toolshed landed safely, and rolled to his feet. Mysterion was standing at the doorstep, with his foot against the door. "Took you long enough." He said.

"Yeah well, my sister needed to know not to mess with me."

"Did you show her your power?"

"No, I just punched her."

"Good. No one can know."

"Why?"

"If god knew that Satan let you keep your powers he would be screwed. A war might break out. Mortals are supposed to be mortal. Not have demonic powers. Your powers stay between me and you. Here," He gave him a black piece of fabric. "It's big enough to be a hood. Let it cover that damned hair of yours."

"Thanks. How… How do you attach it?"

"Sow it. For now put it in your pocket. Kenny will help you with that. He's sowed his parka back together many times before. You should learn how to. Sooner or later, you're gonna get shot or stabbed. When that happens your costume doesn't stay exactly the same."

"Fine. We better get to Kyle's."

"Yes. We should."

Toolshed took off without warning, running off into the night. He left Mysterion far behind by the time that he realized where his companion had gone.

"Kyle Brofloski." A dark voice said. Kyle sensed a black figure perched in the window.

"Who are you?"

"I am Toolshed."

"Really? Cool!"

"Yes Kyle. Stanley Marsh recommended you as a… new ally. Someone who could do background checks better than he ever could. Someone who won't ask questions like he used to."

"Can I ask you something?"

"I thought I said that I needed someone who 'won't as questions.'"

Kyle ignored the jibe, and looked into his eyes. "Are you Stan?"

"I can honestly tell you that I am not Stan Marsh." Toolshed glared at him, as if saying 'Why did you make me lie to you?'

"Then you're Craig?"

Toolshed frowned. Why was it that he and Craig were the only ones with black hair in the entire town of South Park? "I cannot answer you that Kyle Brofloski. I have already said too much. First thing I need you to do, is find out where Eric Cartman is."

Kyle didn't ask him, why he was looking for a dead person. He didn't ask him why he needed Cartman. He didn't ask him if Cartman was back. Something was wrong.

"Well he was at school today."

"What?"

"Yeah, he was standing outside after the fire. Speaking of that they have to rebuild the school… Again!"

"We can blame you assholes for that." Toolshed said, in true Craig fashion. Craig was beginning to become a good decoy. A useful decoy.

"It wasn't our fault! We didn't want to be like those 'Butt Out' guys. Seriously are you telling me that you wanted to be like them?" He could always count on Kyle to defend himself.

"Whatever." He pretended that his hand twitched, and Kyle smirked.

"So, why did you steal Stan's identity?"

"It would lead people to think that I'm him."

"That would leave my own identity safe."

"Nice idea. Do you have any powers or anything?"

"I thought that I said no questions. If not, then I could just go back to Stan."

"It's okay… I won't ask questions."

"Alright where is Cartman living?" At this question Kyle turned to his computer, and typed faster than Toolshed could imagine. It seemed as if he did have a power and that power was hacking and computer skills. It would be a useful skill.

"He doesn't seem to be living anywhere. Doesn't have an apartment, home, or even a car. Weird." Kyle turned to face him, but Toolshed was gone. "Craig?"

Mysterion left Toolshed, and made his way to his former home. His family were the only ones who ever remembered his deaths. His parents would be pissed off that he hadn't come back earlier, but he didn't care about them. He had someone else to see.

"Kevin McCormick. How is Karen?" Mysterion said, from his position at the window.

"Who is you?" His voice was slurred. Mysterion was forced to hold back a sigh. The bastard was drunk.

"I am Mysterion. Answer my question." He made sure to keep his voice threatening.

"She's cool. I heard that she was drinkin' home-made wine on Tuesday."

"What?"

"Yeah, my mom was drinkin' home-made. She let me have some of it. Dad too."

"Goddammit, have you been watching over Karen?"

"Oh her yeah sure."

"You're not getting the free drink."

"Aw. Please Mys'erion? Please give me the drink. I done good!" As he said it, he vomited onto the floor and smiled.

Mysterion frowned. "No." With that he climbed to the roof and went to Karen's window.

The first thing that he noticed was that it wasn't open. His feet smashed into the glass as he tried to climb inside. Hopefully she'd think that he was knocking. Someone walked to the window and pulled it open.

Mysterion climbed into the room. "Hello Karen." She was much taller than he remembered. Her eyes showed loneliness and fear. It hurt to look at her.

"It's been a year."

"Yes. Has your other guardian angel taken care of you?"

"What 'other guardian angel?'"

"There was supposed to be another."

"There wasn't. After my brother died, I was left alone." A single tear dripped down her face. She pulled a bottle from under her bed.

"Don't you dare drink that."

"You're going to stop me?"

"Yes."

"How?"

Mysterion jumped off the windowsill and ran to her side. He sent his right fist flying near her face, serving to distract her, but never hitting her. He used his left fist to grab hold of the bottle. He leapt away with the grace of a tiger, and broke the bottle on his leg. Ignoring the pain and shards of broken glass in his leg, he smiled at her.

"How's that for stopping you?"

"Who are you?"

"I am an angel keeping watch over the city at night. As violence and darkness take over the streets, I work to rid the city of crime. I am the symbol this town needs."

"I am the protector of good. The hero of the night. The symbol for this town. I have been threatened, murdered, beaten, and captured, but never have I given up. Never once have I failed my mission. I am the lone protector of this town."

"Criminals cower when they see me coming. Citizens cheer as I pass. During the day, I am boring. I am pathetic. I am a perverted asshole. But at night I am a hero."

"The city needs my help and I will answer the call to save her. I can never be unmasked for then I would stop being a symbol. As darkness plagues the night, I shall always be there. I am a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak and dreary world."

I can no longer sit by and watch as my city becomes a cesspool of crime. I have lived in South Park all my life. I decided it was up to me to keep this town safe. Nobody at school knows of my double life. To them I am just another fourth grader. But tonight, I am Mysterion. The guardian angel of Karen McCormick."

Karen looked up at Mysterion, and flipped him off. He looked hurt. "Toolshed protects us. We don't need people like you, who abandon us when we need them most." The words cut into him like a hot knife.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll leave you alone then. But Karen, I've been to Hell. Kenny wanted me to tell you, don't mess this up. Don't ruin your life and spend eternity in the fiery pits. He doesn't want to see you there. Lay off the drink. If not for me, then for him."

"I don't believe you. Now get out of my house before I call the cops." She'd changed.

Mysterion climbed out of the window. His movement was slower than it ever was. Only people who knew Mysterion more than anyone could detect it. And those people were Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Karen.

There's going to be a lot more Mysterion scenes. I've reached the point in writing, that you're at in reading so it's going to be a while between updates. I really enjoyed writing the Mysterion scene.

Thanks for all the reviews. They really inspire me to keep going. 6747, the reason Satan is being so nice to Stan, and evil to Kenny will be explained soon.

Marcus Absent, your OC is coming soon. Either next chapter, or the one after that.

There will also be a part 3, but we have a while before that comes.