Chapter 24: Corrupted Plans

Two hours had passed and Marcus had just finished explaining everything he knew and everything he had found out at MI6 Headquarters.

"And that's everything I know. I'm sorry for keeping this truth from you four, but if I knew that MI6 were using me, I wouldn't have thought twice about this situation."

The four boys sat on the couch in utter shock and confusion. Although they understood it all and this new information had all sank into their heads, they were still in shock over it all.

"Dude, this is pretty f---ed up right here." Stan spoke; finally breaking the silence that had been encircling the room for some time.

"So, wait a minute……" Kyle began "This MI6 have been spying on us for the whole of our lives! Dude, how could you not know about this if you were working for them!"

"I knew that they had been studying you, I didn't know their intentions of it all. I thought it was about some security thing or sumin. They never did tell me the real truth behind it all. But now both you and I know why; they just wanted you for the energy that you have inside yourself."

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a minute here. If we like have this Core Unit power inside us, how come we don't even know about it?"

"Anybody who has that type of power and energy never knows about it. It's just how it is and how it's structured. The only reason that all this stuff has happened to you over the years is because that energy inside you has made it all happened. Yer' could say you've caused nearly everything in this world to happen that's been related to you."

"Jesus Christ; we did all that stuff?"

"Well………yeah"

"Dude, THIS IS pretty f---ed up right here!"

"Is that the reason why I keep coming back to life whenever I die?" Kenny spoke in his muffled voice.

"Exactly right Kenny. Apart from old age or some extremely critical accidental death, you'll never remain dead. That's what the Spirit Unit has done to you; it's made you kinda semi-immortal I guess."

"WOOHOO!" Kenny jumped up and down on his area of the couch.

"I still don't understand why MI6 want this…energy so badly. I mean, what the hell are they gunna do with it!"

Marcus sighed and looked won at the floor. "I read all this on the Research Logs on their computers. I don't know how, why, when and where they're going to do it, but judging by it all, it doesn't sound good."

"Well what?...What are they planning to do!……Come on Marcus, tell us!"

Marcus looked back up and took a deep breath. "I believe they plan to change society in some kind of way. It seems that they plan to use that energy to………manipulate and even corrupt the whole society of not just this country……but of the entire world."

"……WHAT?" Stan shouted in his usual high-toned shocked voice.

"I should have expected it after all. It seems that the British Government and main Administrations; along with MI5 and MI6 have been keeping a dark secret from us all. They intend to change how people feel and think; they want to force people to think alike; make us all follow under the guided and law-abiding rules of Britain and everything within the British society."

"You mean brain-washing, or whatever it's called?" Kyle asked.

"It's worse than that Kyle; brain-washing to the extreme more like." Marcus sarcastically laughed slightly. "I wouldn't have expected anything less than the British Government. If they can't persuade us to all think alike, then they'll just force us to." He stood up and looked out of one of the living room windows; holding his head in his hands. "I can't believe I've let all this happen, this is my entire fault!"

"Dude, don't blame yourself for all this."

"But it is my fault! I could have stopped all this from happening; I knew enough to stop it and I should have, but I didn't."

"Marcus, really, it isn't your fault. You shouldn't force all the blame on yourself just because of what's happened. We don't think of you any differently then we did yesterday."

"Well I do." Cartman spoke.

"SHUT UP CARTMAN!"

"But don't feel bad about it all. Besides, as long as we are here and not in the hands of those gay-asses at MI6, we're alright."

Marcus turned back round. "Yeh……I guess you're right."

Marcus turned the TV back on and switched on Channel 1; BBC 1. The news had just begun.

"Breaking News this hour as the Prime Minister has just held an important news conference in which he has discussed the on-going row over the British and American Governments. This is what he had to say regarding the situation:

'People……of Great Britain……Today…at exactly……19 hundred hours…the main British Administration representatives along with our representatives from the European Union and the United Nations returned back to Government indicating to us that if American officials and Government representatives from their Capital, would not respond to our minor demands and responses between the hours of 5 o clock and 8 o clock today at a standard network charge of 6p a minute, then the main British Administrations and high commands would have no choice, but to order the highest level of maintaining British society and living. And so…it is at this time, that Britain has declared War on America……"

"WHOA DUDE!" Stan spoke as all five lads looked at the TV with stunned faces.

'……As a precautionary measure to maintain our survival during these hard times, all civilians based across the regions of England, Scotland, Wales & Northern Ireland will receive injections which will protect from a multiple array of diseases and it will ensure that society follows the natural laws of this country that we have set. The injection chemicals have been provided to us by both the NHS and officials from MI6.'

Marcus gritted his teeth in frustration and anger. "Why am I not surprised? So that's how they plan to begin whatever they're doing. They're planning to change how people think, act and feel under this country's laws and rules through these…injections; all of which is right under our noses."

'……The first group of troops will be flown out tomorrow and those that are based in Afghanistan and Iraq will remain where they are, but will just shoot any American troops that they see; which is what I think the Americans would do as well. Once we have dealt with solider deportation and movement, we will then focus on trying to get these injections to every country in the world. This will happen across a two month period and will occur mainly in the 8 higher socialised countries; America, Canada, France, Germany, Australia, Japan and so forth. Thank you!'

"The Prime Minister there; speaking only a few minutes ago. In other news, a man's been arrested on the M1 motorway after stealing a car from a showroom and then fleeing with his stolen vehicle. The police chase eventually came to an end when the car appeared to run out of petrol and slow down.

In Sport, both Chelsea & Middlesbrough are preparing themselves for their FA Cup Semi-Final meeting at Stamford Bridge a week from now. This comes 24 hours after the decision to play all cup matches ahead of schedule was made by the Government and head of Sporting Bodies. The winner of that match will play Liverpool in the Final at the Millennium Stadium in Beta-England a.k.a. Wales.

And finally, highly-hyped high pitch-singing army twat James Blunt-Pencil has decided to change his name back to just James Blunt; saying that he thought being named after something that's thick and full of lead would drive all the attention away from his rubbish singing abilities."

"OH GOD!" Marcus spoke with his hands over his face and his head leaning against one of the arms of the chair. "

"Marcus, does this mean that we have to get those injection things."

"I guess so, yeh."

"Dude, I don't want to be brain-washed."

"Yeh, me too." Kenny replied; fastening his hood up tight again.

"Wait a minute, I don't think it'll affect you. Remember, if what I'm saying is correct, all that injection chemical stuff is just a mixture of some of the energy that they stole from you. Since you already have a hell of a lot of that stuff inside you already, it won't have any affect on you; well except one."

"Except one! Well what it is?"

Marcus didn't want to tell them what it was, as it was s serious exception. But just as he was about to reply back with the answer, the wall telephone rang in the kitchen. Marcus walked into the kitchen quickly and picked it up.

"Hello!"

"Hey Marcus, it's Liam."

"Oh hey Liam. I guess you saw the breaking news just now as well."

"Yeh, it doesn't sound good at all. I've had a bad feeling about it since I first knew about it. Now I know just what they've been feeling, I dread to think of the outcome."

"So does this mean we have to have these injections?"

"Yeh, I wanted to know about it all, so I hacked onto the Government's main computers and I found out that they're forcing everyone in the country to have the injection. They say that anybody who refuses is going to have to pay a serious price."
"What you mean like a higher tax?"

"NO, WORSE………DEATH!"

"WHAT…..DEATH?"

"Yeh, anybody who refuses the injection is immediately going to get shot or executed quickly. They say they'll make the death look like it was caused by all these new deadly diseases that they're making up just to hide the truth."

"Arghhhhh, f---ing stupid Government! What the hell are we 3 going to do about it then? If that injection chemical stuff gets into our bodies, we'll become brain-washed by that stuff."

"I know, I was saying to Daniel, if only our bodies could resist it, then we'd be alright."

"Resist it……resist? Wait a minute……THAT'S IT!"

"What's it!"

"I have an idea on how we can not become brain-washed by it all. Be here tomorrow afternoon at about 3 alright, don't worry, this should definitely work."

Marcus placed the phone back on its wall stand and walked back into the living room. "Guys, I need to ask you for a huge favour!"

"Sure dude, what?"

"Alright listen, if me, Daniel & Liam get injected with that chemical stuff, we'll get brain-washed and I don't want that to happen."

"Oh s---, I forgot about it."

"Well it sucks to be you then I guess."

"Shut up Cartman!"

"Listen guys, I feel embarrassed asking you of this, but I need one of you to donate some blood for us three."

"………What!"

"Your genes and blood have the Core Unit energy within it. With that energy, you're resistant against the injection chemicals. If we three use that blood to put in our bodies, we should be able to withstand it. I know it sounds stupid, but it's the only way we can avoid becoming like."

"No way dude, I'm not sticking one of those needle things in my body!"

"I didn't say yer' have to do it that way, I'm sure there's some other way you can collect blood. Besides, only one of yer' has to do it." As Marcus was speaking, the front door opened and his mother walked in and immediately moved into the kitchen.

"Hi Marcus!"

"Oh, hi Mum! Listen guys, this is really important and crucial. While I'm in the kitchen, you guys come up with something and decide which one of you's gunna have to give blood." Marcus walked into the kitchen; leaving the four boys confused and stunned.

"God dam it, what are we gunna do!" Stan spoke.

"Look, he said it just has to be one of us, so let's just come up with a way to decide who's gunna be it."

"OK…one…two…three…NOT IT!"

"NOT IT!"

"NOT IT! You're it Kenny."

"AH…DAM!"

"Alright, we just got a think of a way to get blood out of Kenny's body." There was a moment of silence as all four boys thought as hard as they could.

"Wait a minute guys, I've got it; it's perfect…!"

"What's perfect Cartman?"

"Why don't we just kill Kenny and just get all the blood that we can get from him when he dies."

"Cartman, that's a retarded idea." Kyle shouted.

"Hey guys, y'know that might actually work."

"WHAT?" Both Kyle and Kenny shouted in shock.

"Marcus said Kenny'll just come back to life when he dies right……so we just have to kill him, collect some blood and then everything will be back to normal."

"No way, I'm not dieing……again." Kenny crossed his arms in protest.

"Ah come on dude, don't be so afraid of dieing, you're a professional at dieing and stuff."

"Well………oh alright, but don't kill me in a cruel or harsh way."

"OK, so how do you want to be killed? Do you wanna be stabbed, shot, poisoned, hung, infected, strangled, drowned, electrocuted, burned, melted, frozen, blown up, ripped to pieces, eaten, drunken, squashed, compressed or just whacked with a metal pole loads of times?"

Kenny had his arms crossed again, but this time had an annoyed look on his face. "Yeh thanks guys, that's really helped!" Kenny sarcastically answered back.

"We just have to think of the most sensible and decent way for him to die." The four boys started thinking again.

And about ten minutes later in Marcus' back garden next to the pool, Stan and Kyle were busy whacking a now dead Kenny with two metal poles.

"Right, OK, oh my god we killed Kenny."

"Yeh, we're bastards. Anyway, let's collect all this blood and put it in these cups."

The three boys started scooping all the small pools of blood that were surrounding Kenny's battered and bloody body. They had whacked him long and hard enough to fill three cups worth of blood. As soon as they had finished, Marcus came walking into the garden; unaware of what they had just done.

"ARGHHH, what the bloody hell have you done?" Marcus shouted; running over to where the four boys were.

"Well, we're just y'know collecting blood."

"But OH MY GOD, you killed Kenny. Are you some kind of bastards?"

"Errrrrrr…ermmmm, I dunno."

"Yeh I guess so."

"But why the hell did you kill him!"

"Dude, you said that every time he dies, he just re-appears again within a short space of time or sumin."

Marcus quickly changed his mood and was in a normal and relaxed mood again. "Oh right yeh, I forgot about that. Yeh, that's fine; it just means we're gunna have to wait for Kenny to come back alive again."

"How long's that gunna be?"

"I dunno, let's just wait and see."

A few hours passed and the four lads were still waiting for Kenny to come back alive. (like he always does)

"How long's it been now Marcus?"

"Errrr…about three hours now."

Stan and Kyle looked down at Kenny's body which was still lying on the ground; covered in small traces of blood.

"Kenny, you alive yet?"

"Wake up Kenny, you asshole!" Cartman yelled.

Suddenly Kenny's body seemed to just pop out of existence and disappear.

"Holy s--- dude, did you just see that?"

"Yeh dude, that's pretty f---ed up!"

And just as Stan finished speaking, what looked like a 3-D image of Kenny was being constructed right in front of the four boys. It looked as if it was being constructed with pencil lines and some kind of coloured paper material. And within a minute, Kenny's full bodily form was finished. Kenny looked straight ahead in shock and confusion.

"Whoa……that was f---ing awesome!" Kenny spoke in a slow and surprised voice.

"Whoa dude, is that how you come back to life every time!"

"I dunno, I guess so."

"Oh OK, come on guys, let's all go to bed, I'm f---ing tired." Stan spoke; at which all four boys made their way back inside and off to the rooms that they were sleeping in; making it look as if what just happened wasn't as shocking and surprising to them as it was to Marcus. He remained standing in the garden wondering what the hell had just happened.

"That……was weird. Is this all for real or what!" He walked back into the house and immediately turned on the TV as he sat down on the couch in the living room. Funny enough, the news was on again.

"We have more Breaking News this evening. The main British Transport Administrations have cancelled all modes of transport across the country; that are either going in, out or around the country…"

"WHAT?"

"The Government has declared that all transportation modes must be cancelled during the times of this war; under the advising guidance of both MI5 and MI6."

"Grrrrrrr, I knew they'd try something like this."

"MI6 have also sent out pictures of four wanted Americans that are based somewhere. They are him……and him……and him……and oh yes, not to mention…this fat little kid as well. Anybody who spots these four kids should contact their local police station."

"Oh s---! Now the whole country'll be after those four boys. S---, what am I gunna do now! By tomorrow evening, all of London will be brain-washed by those Government bastards and I'll have nowhere to get real help or assistance. I have to come up with a way t stop them whilst making sure those four boys are protected. Wait a minute……that's it…real help or assistance; I know what I have to do now." Marcus quickly turned off the TV, turned off all the lights downstairs and rushed upstairs to go to bed. He knew exactly what the perfect way would be to stop all this madness and disaster from happening. Tomorrow would see the beginning of a complete change for nearly everything that we had all known before; both for good and for bad.