Chapter 39: Identity Crisis
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A call. With a grave message. Unexpected.
Wendy really could not believe her ears after what she heard. "No...No...NO! This can't be true! This...can't be true..." She exclaimed shaking her head repeatedly.
Bebe placed her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Wendy." She replied sadly. Wendy just ran off and headed to the room. There inside, it appears Cartman is not in the room since last chapter he was napping.
But no matter as Wendy is all alone. She went to Stan's bed and hugged his pillow tightly onto her chest and cried out buckets of tears hysterically. (And how do you write out the sound of a person crying?)
After a while of crying, she put the pillow against her face. It still smells like him. So comforting but yet so painful at the same time. She had made so many plans with him. She always wanted to marry him and have a family which explains why earlier on, they were checking out the houses before he went out. Now her dreams were shattered.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME?!" Wendy cried out loud as she continued her mourning.
Downstairs...
Bebe sits on the couch with hand on her forehead feeling sad and worried. Then, Kyle, Butters, Tweek, Craig, Lola, Annie, Jenny and Heidi showed up.
"What's wrong beautiful?" Kyle asked as he sat down beside her and kissed her cheek.
Bebe closed her eyes for a second. Then, "Stan has been shot dead."
All looked shocked for a moment. Then, Kenny was the first one to break the silence. "Impossible!"
"Bullshit!" Craig exclaimed with tears.
"No way! No fucking way!" Annie added in as she started to cry on Heidi as she comforted her while crying with her.
Kyle put both of his hands on the counter to prevent himself from falling down. He shook his head in disbelief. "No that can't be true. He was still here 3 hours ago."
Bebe bit her lip and a sob came out. "I'm so sorry Kyle." She went in to hug him and he cried on her shoulders and she cried on his shoulders.
The others soon felt emotional over the loss of their friend and joined in the mourning except Kenny. "It really can't be true..." He thought as he quietly headed back to the garage basement to continue his work.
Then, the door opened and Red, Sally, Scott and David walked in. "What the hell is going on?" Sally interrupted their mourning as they stopped. "Hey guys. Stan was shot dead." Heidi explained.
They were speechless when they heard the tragedy as, "Give us a second." said Red as the 4 of them went into the dining room.
After leaving the groceries, they came out and, "Where's Wendy?" asked Red.
"She...uh...went upstairs." Bebe replied as she blew her nose.
Without hesitation, Red went upstairs and looked around. She can hear sobbing as she stood in front of the boys room and braced herself. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Nothing. She knocked another time. Still nothing.
Red then opened the door just a little to spy inside. She can see Wendy lying on Stan's bed with her head on his pillow and she was wearing one of his shirts. She then entered the room and looked at Wendy. She then sat up on the bed knowing that someone had entered the room and still hugging the pillow. Red then sat down beside her.
"If there's anything I can do for you. Just tell me." Red offered to her best friend knowing how much she loves Stan.
"Just tell me it's not true!" Wendy cried. She put her face in her hands and sobbed harder.
Red said nothing as she looked at the floor for a minute. Wendy then looked up again with red eyes since she's been crying for some time.
"I missed everything about him. His smile, his eyes, his greeting when I meet him, how he looks at me. Now...I can never kiss or hug him again. I can never hear his voice again!" Wendy started crying hysterically. Tears were falling down on her lap. She lied on her stomach and put her face in his pillow.
Red's heart broke at the sight of Wendy. Her cries were so painful to hear. So heartbreaking. (Enough for the writer here to feel emotional and tear up while writing out this scene...)
2 hours later...
By now, the whole gang has heard of the tragedy. Even Cartman who's right now bawling and blowing his nose on Kevin's shirt which disgusted him. It was a really great shock and right now, all are gathered in the living room trying to comfort Wendy but she appears to be more depressed, desperate and still...
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"Ah who the fuck cares about it anyway. Wendy's right now trying to call her 'deceased' boyfriend."
Thank you Craig Tucker for the info as of now, Wendy was still in shock. The love of her life was dead. She didn't know what to do. Her whole future was just shattered. And like what Craig mentioned just now, she has been calling Stan's number.
Kyle glanced up the ceiling to prevent a sob from coming up. He glanced over at the others as some are starring sadly down the floor, some of the girls tried to comfort or do something for Wendy and Cartman is now blowing his nose on-"
"EW FUCK! Stop blowing your disgust mucus on my pants!" Kyle kicked Cartman's face off him as he got up. "Sorry Kahl. I'm just too emotional over the loss."
"For a fatass like you, you really are way too emotional." Kyle can agree with that as on the sofa, Wendy got her cell phone and dialed his number. Her hands were shaking as she waited and waited. After several seconds, she heard his voice. "Hello. This is Stan Marsh. Please call later. I must be busy right now or just not be bothered to pick up my phone." That was his answering machine as the others heard it too. Wendy started crying again after that as she dialled his number again but Nichole took her phone away.
"Give me back my phone!" she shrieked hysterically. Nichole shook her head. "Wendy. He won't pick up. He can't anymore."
"As if you know! Give my phone back! He is not dead!" Wendy snapped furiously. Token pinched the bright of his nose. " My *** that's so sad." he murmured. Jimmy nodded in agreement. "T-T-That explain why i-i-it's the 9th t-t-time she tried to c-c-call him."
"Timmiihh...so sad." Yes, Timmy Burch. Everyone is as sad as you.
Now back to the conversation, Nichole continued on calmly. "Wendy you need to realize..."
"I need to what?!" Wendy interrupted her sharply. "I know. I know he's dead." Wendy's voice started breaking. "But that voice mail is everything for me now! You don't know how it is to never hear the voice of the person you love ever again!"
Nichole gulped. She looked at Token who nodded at her.. Then, she handed the phone back to Wendy silently.
Just as she went to dial his number again, the front door opened and someone came inside.
All heard it, turned to the front door and had thunderstruck looks on their faces...
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"AHHHHHHHHHHH! GHOST! A GHOST! IT'S THE GHOST OF STAN MARSH!" Butters was the first to break the silence by hollering and he fainted afterwards.
Stan looked at him confused. "What's wrong and why are you all looking so sad?" He asked as Butters regained himself and stood up.
Wendy blinked for a few times. "St-Stan?" After blinking a few more times, "STAN!" she sprung up from the couch and ran towards him and sprung in his arms.
He caught her, trying not to topple over as he hugged her around her waist. Wendy buried her face in his neck and he walked over the couch and sat down. Wendy now sat on his lap crying on him.
"Hey uh...what's wrong Wends?" he asked her in a quiet tone. Wendy didn't answer and only hugged him tighter as she cried on him some more.
"We thought you died." Clyde spoke up. "What?! Why?" He looked down at Wendy for a second who was still hugging him and he stroked her back. Bebe licked her lips and did the talking. "Well...The police called. Saying that you've been shot."
"Yeah dude. And according to the phone call my girl received, they got your name from your ID-card which you kept inside your wallet." Kyle added.
Suddenly a wave of realisation hit him. He glanced over to his brown jacket. He kissed Wendy quickly on her head then began to wriggle away. But then, Wendy panicked a little as she immediately tensed up the grip she had around her boyfriend. "No don't go."
"I need to. I have to go check on something." Wendy shook her head again and kept holding him. Kyle felt some sympathy. He could understand her. After all, she just thought her love died as Wendy had already gone through hell for over 3 hours in total.
"Dude. If you need to attend to something regarding this incident, take her with you."
"Alright then. Let's go Wendy."
Stan left the house with Wendy still clinging to him. They got inside his blue sports car and before starting the engines, Wendy kissed him behind her ear and whispered, "I love you."
Stan's heart raced as h could feel her body relax on his. "I love you too." he whispered back. Wendy grinned as they buckled up and Stan drove off.
From the porch, all watched as the car drove off. Then, "So...uh... Stan is not dead?" Butters asked breaking the silence.
The others shot him a glare as Cartman groaned and shoved his body "Oh shut up Butters. I swear to ***. Now, I'm going back to my nap."
Cartman went back inside heading to his room a Heidi heaved a sigh of relief. "That was a close call."
"Why?" asked Tweek.
"We hid his birthday cake." said Lola. "And it's a big one for him." Heidi added.
"Well better get some insulin ready for later because fatass may die from eating too much cake. Like that one time on his 15th birthday." said Kyle.
"And prep this place for the party." added Jenny as the gang went back inside.
In the city...
"Stan?"
"Yeah Wendy?"
"Why are so concerned about the fact that we thought you're gone literally?"
"Well...it's a long story..."
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Stan is in the park looking at the time in his phone. "He should be here..." Then, a young man with black hair and wearing a brown jacket showed up. "Hey cousin."
"Ramon! What's up dude!" They fist bump each other as, "So anything going on lately?" Stan asked.
"Yeah man. Last month, I got selected to play basketball in the New York Knicks representing the team!" Ramon stated.
"Cool dude!" Stan exclaimed.
"Yeah! And right now, I'm sightseeing around California for a week! Never thought that I'd remember one thing. You living here currently." Ramon replied.
The 2 of them chatted for a while when Stan's phone started ringing. "I need to answer a call. Can you hold on to my stuff first?"
"Sure man. I'll be waiting."
Stan handed him his wallet as he went to attend to his call. While waiting for him, Ramon also got a call from the basketball coach as he attended to him and entered the restrooms to do business not knowing that 6 skin headed gangsters followed him in.
Ending Flashback...
"So you think your cousin got murdered?" asked Wendy.
"Who knows? He's only like as young as us. And he just joined the team a month ago!" Stan replied as he drove on.
Soon enough, "We're here." The sports car entered a police station as a guard at the post went to see them.
"What's your agenda?" He asked.
"Uh...we're here to ask about a recent murder of...
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"Stan Marsh?"
The guard stared at Stan for a moment. Then, he just allowed them in as Stan parked his ride and he and Wendy entered the police station.
Inside, "Okay...where do we start?" asked Wendy.
"Maybe...we should speak to the commissioner of this place?" Stan suggested as they approached the front desk. There, "How may I help you?" A female officer asked.
"Uh...we're here to...meet the head of this place aka commissioner?" Stan spoke first.
The female officer stared at him for a moment. Then, she took the phone and dialled a number. A call was received and she did the talking.
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"Follow me." She led Stan and Wendy to his office and once she opened the door...
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"Oh my ***...Marcus Preston!" Stan exclaimed.
"Ah...I knew the day would come when I see your face again..."
So here is Commissioner Marcus Preston who once tried to put an end to the drug usage consumed by mascots. Just like the gang, he attend the same high school and graduated with them. He then entered a police academy in Washington and spent 2 years there. After graduating, he spent a year doing law enforcement in Chicago. His performance was so excellent that he was promoted to become commissioner and he was posted right here in Malibu, California.
"So that's how you got here." said Wendy.
"You read the last paragraph haven't you?" Marcus asked. They were stunned for a moment but, "Alice, give my guests some refreshment."
"Right away Commissioner." The female officer who attended to Stan and Wendy just now at the front desk left the office.
"Now, what brings you here may I know?" Marcus began as he threw his cigar into the trash bin and sipped his coffee mug.
"Well...there was a police report that I was shot dead." Stan began.
Marcus stared at Stan for a moment. "Ah yes. The incident at Malibu Park. I was very sceptical on this case but due to your presence, I knew it's not so fishy."
There was a knock on the door as Alice entered the room with 2 mugs of coffee. After handing them to Stan and Wendy, she left the office as Wendy noticed a billboard. "So many gangs around California."
"Ah yes. That is why I was posted here." said Marcus. "During my days in the police academy, I read newspaper articles about the gang wars that took place in this state due to the bad influence in so many youths, teens and young adults watching that 1979 movie. I once requested to be posted there but was declined but after my outstanding performance in Chicago, I finally was granted this request." Marcus stated proudly.
"Based on this map of California, it revealed so many stuff." said Stan.
"Yes. The number of gangs which are more than a 100 are scattered all over California. They established turfs which are their main hideouts and outposts to expand into other towns and cities in the counties." Marcus explained. "One example is while the Los Angeles Runners' main turf is in Los Angeles, they however expanded to other counties." (And the gang parodies the Boyle Avenue Runners from the movie)
"I see. So like in Malibu, the Malibu Street Boys use this city as their main turf right?" asked Stan.
"Exactly. And every gang in California will expand for one goal. To rule the entire state. Just like from that 1979 movie." Marcus stated as he sipped his coffee. "Alright Back to the topic, anything else regarding this incident?"
"Now that you mentioned it, where's the corpse?" asked Stan.
"Of who?"
"My cousin. I asked him to look after my valuables at the time before his death." Stan replied.
"An Identity Crisis. Now wonder..." Marcus thought and then, "Follow me."
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"We are now outside the forensics room where we examine corpses." Marcus stated as he handed Stan and Wendy mouth masks. "Put these on. The room may smell terrible due to some of the corpses rotting for ages."
Stan and Wendy did as told and they inside.
There, there are many corpses all covered in thick blankets as they walked by them until, "There! The one with my name on it!" Stan exclaimed. "Not checked yet. Very well. Let's take a look." said Marcus as they approached it. A forensic worker was there as, "Anything commissioner?"
"Reveal the deceased to these guests and as for the name, it may be some sort of identity crisis. Remember to make this change." Marcus reminded the worker.
He got the message and uncovered the corpse. "Oh my ***! Ramon!" Stan exclaimed in horror as the corpse has a hole on the head.
"That explains how he died..." Wendy thought. The forensic was stunned from this but no matter, he took out his marker and made a change in the name of the deceased.
After that, "I remember I gave him my wallet." said Stan.
"Ah yes. One of my works, Edmond is in charge of keeping any item found in the corpses. Go see him. He's over there and he'll lead you to reclaim your valuable." Marcus instructed. Stan got the message as he approached the worker.
After that...
"Thanks for everything Marcus. But now, you need to help us find out who murdered my cousin! What will his parents do or how will they react if they know of this tragedy?" Stan requested as he kept his wallet in his pocket. "And he died at a young age!"
"I wish I can help but right now, there are few other cases to be solved first. But rest assure, we will attend to it once we've handled the rest of our current cases." Marcus explained.
"Understood." Stan replied as they went back inside his office. There, "Here's my number Marcus, if you have a link for our case, you know who to call."
"Very well Stan. I'll give you mine so that if ever I'm bored, I'll just call you and we have a coffee or 2 at Starbucks or grab bite."
"Sure." They exchanged hand phone numbers when Stan noticed something on his desk. "Is that a Chuck E. Cheese stuffed toy?'
Marcus nodded silently. "He may be gone but I also realized one thing from him. Inspiration."
"To put an end to crime like those drug and gang activities?" asked Wendy. Marcus nodded silently. "And that is why I worked hard to get into this defence force."
"I see." Stan understood. "By the way, you're invited."
"Invited?"
"We're throwing a birthday party for one of our friends. If you're free tonight you can drop by at this address." Stan wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to Marcus. (Sheesh. I need to plan the name of the address where the gang stays. Since they stayed in a villa in the city of Malibu)
"Well...I'll see if I have time. Thank you very much Stan." Marcus thank him as he and Wendy left the Police HQ.
Outside the place...
"Stan?"
"Yeah Wendy?"
"Are you alright? You look so sad and concerned at the same time." Wendy stated.
"I guess. But I can't help it! Since Marcus is too busy, we'll handle this together!" Stan declared.
"US!?" Wendy was surprised this as Stan. "That's right Wendy. We're going to handle this tonight! With my tools and your calls, we'll get to the bottom of this!"
Now Wendy understands what he's talking about as they gave each other sly smirks about it.
WHAT IS THIS!? MORE THAN 1000 REVIEWS!? NO WAY! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME A STORY I WROTE AND WORKED ON GOT THIS MUCH REVIEWS!? (And I got overexcited not noticing that the letters are all capital but never mind)
Anyways, I'm gonna return the favour and do some revealing! So here it is.
Chapter 40: Tooling and Calling
Chapter 41: 4th of July
Chapter 42: 16 Boys and 16 Girls
Chapter 43: Flashback Stories
Chapter 44: A to Zoo
Chapter 45: A tale of 3 girls and a Jew
Chapter 46: Camping can be creepy (Part 1)
Chapter 47: Camping can be creepy (Part 2)
Chapter 48: Camping can be creepy (Part 3)
Chapter 49: A Surprise for my Bebe
Chapter 50: Kybe Wedding!
I dunno if it's confirmed in my opinion but for now, it's all I can reveal. But if ever there are to be changes, I'll reveal it in the next few chapters or so. Plus, you guys can also tip me with your aid and stuff.
So, will Stan and Wendy find out who killed his cousin? How will they get their answer? Reviews appreciated