Chapter 14: The Cachenski Brothers
The week had quickly come and gone and it was now Saturday. The early weekend afternoon brought with it a quiet atmosphere of warm weather and clear skies. Marcus had some specific tasks and places that he needed to be at for the day, so the four boys were left to freely explore the more urban and outer city area of London. The roads were covered in aisles and aisles of much smaller houses and small buildings. The environment wasn't as big as the main London city area, but it was here that most members of the London public lived. The four boys had decided to go and search for a large shop of some kind; somewhere where they could buy loads of candy and sweets as they were desperate for some that would last them until they got back home. But most importantly of all, they were curious into how different British sweets were from the American candy that they got back in South Park.
"Alright, is it this road we go down to get there or is it the next one?" Stan asked as the four boys came to a cross junction of roads and paths.
"I don't know dude, let me check." Kyle looked at the small piece of paper he had in his hand. "Errrrr, it says to go down this road and then just keep following it until we see some big shop or whatever."
The four boys resumed their journey; following the bend of the path that began to follow another road. This road was more closed off than the others; being slightly more tightly squashed between buildings and especially blocks of tall flats and apartments. A few minutes later, Kyle started to get this feeling inside the back of his head telling him that someone or something was following him. He stopped and slowly looked back; noticing a group of youths quickly hiding behind building corners and cars and within other people's small front gardens.
"Errrrr, guys, I think some people are following us." Kyle spoke at which the others looked back as well.
"Who the hell are they?" Kenny asked.
"I dunno dude, probably some people who live 'round here."
"Guys, I'm sure that they're following us. Why would they be hiding from us if they're not following us?" Kyle asked; pleading for the others to agree with him.
"Coz they're probably a bunch of fags that's why!" Cartman shouted.
"Yeh don't worry dude, nobody's following us. Come on guys, let's go and find this shop." Stan replied at which point he continued walking along with Kenny and Cartman. Kyle continued to look back and eventually he too resumed walking with the other three. However, unaware to the four boys, the large group of young people who were hiding in the near distance were indeed following them and continued to follow them soon after. There were about ten to fifteen of them and were all dressed in cheap, tatty, sports-wear; indicating that they were none other than London chavs. -DUM DUM DUUUUUUM-
The four boys were getting nearer to the shop; having just entered a more isolated neighbourhood section of the area. The area was filled with apartment blocks and run-down buildings along with a small park which had pretty much been destroyed by all the young teenagers in the area.
"Alright the shop should be just a couple of blocks away now. Has everyone got at least some money to spend?"
"Yep" Kyle and Kenny both replied.
"Nope" Cartman spoke; making it sound perfectly normal and ok.
"Cartman, you're such a lazy fat-ass! We can never rely on you to bring your own god dam money!"
"Shut up you f---ing Jew. I forgot alright! Why don't yer' just share some of yer' god dam Jew gold out, I'm sure everybody will be happy by that!"
"For the last f---ing time Cartman, I don't have any gold……you took it remember?"
"Errrrr guys……" Stan spoke; breaking the fight up in a slightly worried tone of voice. "……What the hell's that?" He pointed towards the end of the street. The four boys were shocked at what they were seeing as they were now looking at a huge crowd of young teenagers on bikes rushing towards them. Stan and the others didn't know whether to run or to just stand still, but they definitely knew they had no chance against the likes of people who were nearly double their age. These people were of course the chavs that had been following them this whole time down the street and without warning they began circle around the boys still on their bikes.
The four boys were pushed into the nearby park where the chavs quickly jumped off their bikes and started to move closer to the boys.
"Holy s--- dude, what do we do!" Kyle spoke in a worried tone of voice.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Stan replied.
"Take him. He's the one you want…he's Jewish!" Cartman shouted; pointing at Kyle.
"CARTMAN!"
Meanwhile, while this was all going on, two other lads in the near distance were watching everything that was going on in the hidden region of an alleyway.
"Bet yer' twenty quid I'll have to step in from the beginning." The first lad spoke
"Well you're obviously going to have to help; he did say that they wouldn't stand a chance against chavs." The second lad replied
"I know, but we haven't seen 'em in this kind of predicament before. Yer' never know."
"Well it looks like you'll have to help 'em."
"Don't worry; I can take all of these mindless twats without breaking a sweat."
Back in the park, the leader chav stepped forward and looked down at the four boys with a huge cocky grin on his face.
"'Ere look what we have 'ere like. Four pathetic little boys like. Yer' think yer' proper tough do yer'?" The leader spoke.
"Look dude, we don't want to start a fight or anything. We just came here looking for a shop alright."
The clan of chavs started laughing in their usual chav tone of voices.
"Yer' think yer' so cool don't yer? What with all those proper scruffy clothes like. Think yer' better than us don't yer'."
"Errrrr, no."
"Well come on then…" The leader took off his jacket and took the cigarette that he was smoking out of his mouth. "Let's 'ave a fight right here, right now like."
"Look dude, we don't want to fight you. We just want to find this shop we're looking for and leave. We don't want to cause any trouble."
"Well yer' shouldn't have come to this f---ing place then…like. Like this our place like and no one enters this area except us like, coz' we like own this place…like. We do what the f--- we want."
"FIGHTING SOMEONE WHO'S YOUNGER THAN YOU HUH? Well I wouldn't have expected anything else from a low-class scum like you?" A voice spoke at which everyone looked towards the lad where the voice had come from. One of the lads from the alleyway had appeared in the park and was standing at one of the corners of the park; where the other entrance/exit was. He looked about 13 or 14 years old and was quite slim in shape, but more of an average build for a kid of his age.
"Ooooo, yer' think yer' proper tough like yer' scruffy twat? Well why don't I knock yer' f---ing face in and kick the s--- out of yer' like if yer' think yer' that tough." But as he finished speaking he looked back at the lad and was shocked to see that the lad was reading a small magazine he had stashed in his jean pockets.
"Oh sorry, you finished? I got bored from all that useless crap you were talking about. To save us all time, why don't yer' just go back to the s---hole you call home and go f--- yourself. Or better yet, why don't yer' go and f--- yer mother; I'm sure she's gotten used to it since that's what she does for a living."
Everyone in the park buzzed a sound of 'Oooooo' as the leader chav clenched his fist and prepared himself to fight.
"You're f---ing dead like!"
The mysterious lad walked forward; taking his hands of out of his jean pockets and by his side. A circle of people formed around the two boys. The leader chav readied himself to throw a punch; whilst the other lad just stared at him; cool as you could be and as relaxed as you could possibly get. The leader chav tried to show off by making fighting noises and taunting the other lad. But it didn't affect him one bit.
The chav threw his first few punches but the lad was able to quickly dodge them with ease. He then tried to throw himself at the lad, but again, the lad found it easy to avoid his attacks. The fight continued with the leader chav finding it extremely difficult to even lay one single punch on this kid. The four boys watched on; worried about what might happen yet they were surprised at how good this lad was doing against the chav.
Eventually, the leader chav got so pissed off that he flung his fist towards towards the lad's face. The lad managed to get a tight grip of his fist with his right hand and slowly brought it back down; still holding on to it.
"Is that the best you've got!" The lad laughed; much to the shock of the leader chav. "God, you really are pathetic." He started to twist the chav's arm; much to the disliking of the chav. "Here, let me show how yer' how it should be done."
The lad threw the guy's fist and arm around and with his left fist, punched the chav in his left cheek; causing him to spew spit from the contact. Upon which, the lad finally tossed him to the side where the chav lightly hit the nearby brick wall. Everyone was stunned into silence as the lad brushed off tiny particles of dusts off his navy blue graphic-covered short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and dark green hat. He looked back up with a look of seriousness at the other chav group members.
"Well, anybody else have a cocky attitude here!" At which point, every single chav ran from the park and got back on their bikes; leaving the area as they did so. The lad turned back round and looked at the other four boys. "Come on, you four better follow me, before more of those chavs turn up." The four boys looked at one another in confusion but eventually decided to follow the lad. The other lad from the alleyway was waiting for them and eventually began to walk with the five lads as well.
"Dude…how the f---ing hell did you do that?" Stan asked; still in a state of shock and confusion.
"Do what?" The lad asked.
"What do you mean what? That…back there!"
"Oh right…that, it's nothing too interesting, I just use it whenever people like that piss me off and annoy me. But enough about that, I suggest we all head to our house which isn't too far from here. You boys shouldn't be in this area of London y'know. This place is chock-a-block with chavs."
A few minutes later, the four boys along with the two other lads finally arrived at their desired location. It wasn't as big as Marcus' house, but it was still a fairly bigterraced house; probably slightlysmaller than the boys' own houses. The older lad took out a key from his jean pocket and placed it in the door lock; unlocking the door and opening it. The six lads immediately walked into the living room area of the house; at which the four boys were completely shocked to see Marcus there, sat down reading a regular newspaper.
"Marcus? What the hell are you doing here!" Stan spoke.
"Oh boys, thank god you're alright. Sorry about sending you down to this area of London alone. If I knew that all those bloody chavs would appear, I wouldn't have sent yer' down." He turned towards the two lads. "So, you found them huh?"
"Yeh, these stupid chavs were about to have a fight with them, so I had to step in and sort everything out."
Marcus laughed softly. "No prizes for guessing who won I guess?"
"Sadly not." The younger lad replied with a smile on his face.
"Marcus, you know these guys?" Kyle asked.
"Yeh, errrrrrr, guys, why don't yer' introduce yourself while I go and make all of us some drinks." Marcus left the living room and went off into the kitchen. The four boys sat down on the nearby couch and the two lads sat down on nearby chairs.
"Anyway boys, allow us to introduce ourselves…we're the Cachenski brothers, my name's Daniel Cachenski…"
"And my name's Liam Cachenski."
"Errrr, hi, nice to meet yer'." Stan replied in a usual mediocre tone of voice. Suddenly Kyle spotted something hanging on a gold necklace that Daniel was wearing around his neck. He then quickly realised an item that was standing on the top of the fireplace nearby.
"Hey, Daniel…dude, what's that thing around yer' neck?"
Daniel looked down. "Oh, you mean this." He pulled out his necklace from underneath his shirt. "It's one of the necklaces I have. It's a necklace which if you can see, has the Star of David on it; or at least I think that's what it's called, that six pointed blue star symbol thingy. I wear it all the time, whether I'm at home or I'm at my local synagogue."
The four boys looked at one another.
"Dude, did you just say 'synagogue'…not 'church'?" Kyle asked in a surprised tone of voice.
"Yeh, I said synagogue. Why would I go to a church? I'm not a Christian after all."
Kyle's and Cartman's face turned to shock.
"DUDE…are you……are you Jewish!" Kyle asked in a stuttering shocked voice.
"Yep, and I'm bloody proud of it too." Daniel replied; at which he looked back at the four boys and was surprised to see their eyes were wider than ever.
"OH GOD F---ING DAM IT!" Cartman shouted; expressing a high level of detest of this new found fact.
"Oh that is sweet dude!" Kyle replied; showing the complete opposite of Cartman. "Finally, someone else here who's just like me."
"Wait, so does that mean you two are both Jewish?" Stan asked.
"Oh no no no! I'm not Jewish, I'm a Christian." Liam replied; taking off his dark blue jacket and placing it across he chair's arm.
"GOD DAM IT! WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE SO…MANY…GOD…DAM…JEWS IN THIS WORLD?" Cartman shouted.
"Ha, you can't rip on me anymore for being a Jew Cartman! You rip on me then you're ripping on Daniel as well. And y'don't want to end up fighting him now do you?" Kyle spoke; pointing at Cartman and gaining the advantage over him.
"Wait a minute; you take the piss out of Jews for no apparent reason?" Daniel asked; showing a slight sign of annoyance on his face. "That's just wrong! Jews don't deserve to get that kind of disrespect; especially from someone like you."
"Well…errrr…sorry, I guess." For the first time, Cartman actually said it as if he meant it; which made Kyle smile; realising that he indeed had the upper hand over Cartman for once.
"Anyway, moving over from that, you guys haven't even introduced yourselves yet." Liam spoke.
"Oh…well, I'm Stan, and this is Kyle, Cartman and Kenny."
"Hello" Kenny replied; still having that scarf over his mouth and face.
"Nice to finally meet you four. We've been waiting quite a while to meet you four ever since you first arrived here."
"Really? You have?"
"Yeh, Marcus said that he thought we should meet you guys just so that you have some extra friends to help yer' just incase any of those incidents from before happen to yer' again." Daniel replied; at which point, Marcus came back through holding a tray table with cups of coke on them. Each person took a cup and Marcus sat down on the remaining chair in the room.
"Wait a minute; something's just popped into my head. If you're brothers, how come you're not like, in the same religion?" Stan asked. Daniel and Liam looked at one another.
"Go on Daniel, you can tell them." Marcus spoke as he sipped a bit of coke out of the cup.
"Alright, the truth is, is that we…"
"Oh wait guys, aren't yer' gunna take yer' hats off first? We are indoors after all and it looks pretty stupid having your hats on in here."
"But we never take off our hats Marcus. I like wearing it. Besides, my hair looks stupid and embarrassing."
"Bloody hell Daniel, it's not that embarrassing. Come on, just take it off!"
Daniel and Liam groaned as they quickly took both their hats off to reveal their hair. The four boys were stunned into silence.
"Woah……and I thought my hair looked weird." Kyle spoke. Daniel's hair was nearly as tall and standing up as Kyle's, except instead of red, it was a strange silver-like white in colour. Surprising it may be, this was Daniel's natural hair colour and wasn't a colour that Daniel had put into his hair. Liam's hair wasn't as shocking but was still quite unusual; with it being longish short and black in colour with big blond streaks of hair in random places on his head.
"OK there, happy!" Daniel sarcastically asked. "Anyway…" He began to speak again as the four boys broke away from their shocked states. "……the truth is, is that we don't have any parents; we live here on our own, but the council don't know that."
"On your own? How come?"
"Well…" Liam began. "Our father who was Daniel's original father married Daniel's original mother and gave birth to Daniel here. However, when Daniel was 7…I think, his mother died in a car accident. A few years later, Daniel's dad married another woman; who was my mother. Thus, we became step-brothers. However when I was 13 and Daniel was 12, our father was also killed in a drive-by shooting. He was a police officer and he gone to investigate something and he never returned. Yes, we were upset, but we thought 'hey, we've got mum, we'll be alright'. Oh…how f---ing wrong we were! Within a few months, our mother abandoned us just like that. Some people said that she just left and went to Turkey. However we soon learned the only reason she married our father was because she just cared about our dad's money and nothing more. She didn't care about us whatsoever, so she just left us here; not caring about what might happen to us." Liam picked up his drink.
"Fortunately however, we managed to get access to my dad's old bank and building society. And now we just live off the money in there until we can both get decent jobs in the near future." Daniel replied.
There was a short silence in the room.
"GOD, WHAT A FAGGY FAMILY!" Cartman spoke.
"Cartman, not now!" Both Kyle AND Marcus replied.
"This place isn't much, but it's home." Daniel spoke; walking over to a corner of the room. He picked up a guitar that was lying n a corner. "Me and Liam also play around a few of the clubs and pubs round this area just to get a little bit of money to help us survive as well. We do allow we can just to make sure we're alright." He played a few notes on his guitar.
"And I thought I lived it rough." Kenny spoke.
Marcus finished gulping down the last bit of his drink and placed it back on the tray in the middle. "Say guys, Daniel and Liam are going to throw a barbeque here tonight along with a few other friends of there's. You fancy coming?"
The boys looked at one another. "Errrr, yeh, sure." Stan replied.
"But just as long as there's loads of meat and stuff cooking!" Cartman spoke; at which Stan, Kyle and Kenny looked at him with annoyed looks on their faces.
"Cool, alright then it's settled. We'll be round for about 7 tonight Liam, make sure everything's set up by then mate."
"Will do Marcus. See yer' round here later on tonight." Liam replied; at which Marcus and the four boys made their own way out of the door; beginning their journey back to Marcus' house, but not before heading to that dreaded shop that they were desperate to go to.
As Liam watched the five lads walk off through the window, he pulled back the curtains and walked over to his brother to talk to him.
"So, it looks as if Marcus is doing good in making sure they're safe."
"Yeh I agree. I don't know why, but I just have this feeling that MI6 are going to muck this up or they've got something planned that we don't know about yet."
"Hey, don't worry about it bro. As long as me, you and Marcus are aware of what's going on in this city, nothing can go wrong. And besides, it looks as if you've got a new Jewish friend as well as someone who looks up to yer'."
"Yeh, I guess you're right. Hopefully we both think the same and we're both glad we've found someone else who's Jewish."
"Yeh, but make sure you don't get too pissed off at that Cartman lad if he starts mocking either of yer'. We don't want another casualty here do we?"
"Hey shut up." Daniel sarcastically replied; at which point the two lads softly laughed and made their way into the garden to prepare everything for tonight's barbecue.