They Call Him Marcus Chapter 26: 303 & Dawn, a south park fanfic

Chapter 26: 303 & Dawn

6.30 pm, Marcus had just arrived outside a fairly big house somewhere in the coastal beach town of Brighton. Jumping out of the taxi and stepping onto the whiteish grey pavement, he looked up at the house; giving the taxi fare money to the driver as he did so.

"God, this town smells like salt water and piss!" Marcus spoke; blocking his nose with his arm as he walked up to the front door. He knocked on it with a gentle force and waited up on the first step just outside the door. And just as Marcus expected, the door opened quickly to reveal none other than Norman Cook (that's Fatboy Slim's real name) himself.

"'Ello!" Norman spoke; slightly confused at the fact that some teen was standing outside his door looking at him with a huge sign of shock on his face.

"Oh hi, my name's Marcus Kane-Bridge; I rang you earlier on today about asking for your help for sumin."

"Oh yeh……that…come on in."

The two of them started walking down one of the corridors of Norman's house.

"Whoa! You must really love music to be this successful in the past." Marcus spoke; looking up at both walls of which were covered in Golden edition vinyls and shelves upon shelves of old vinyls and CDs.

"Yeh, I've been doing this for about seventeen years now and I seem to have collected a hell of a lot of stuff. You'd never imagine what kind of rubbish music I've bought just to make my own tunes."

The two walked into a fairly white coloured living room and sat down at either ends on different chairs.

"D'y'wanna a biscuit?"

"Eh no thanks, I'm in kind of a rush."

"Oh alrighty then. So……what's this whole thing about then? Why do you need help?"

"Norman, I told you everything over the phone, weren't you listening!"

"Not really, I was actually listening to this new techno remix I did of a current remix I made previously." Norman started singing the song out loud and began dancing slightly to the music he was trying to mimic. Marcus simply sat there in shock. Was this the real Norman Cook that he had idolised for the past 10 years?……Probably.

"Alright, long story short, the whole country's getting brain-washed by the government and they want to make the public think what they want them to think. And basically I've come up with an idea to use self-made music to reverse the effects and make people become un-brainwashed in a way. And since you're the only person I've seen before that can make really good British music (that isn't Indie), I thought that you could help us."

"Hmmmmm, yes, that is quite surprising to hear. I don't know much of this since I've been all over the world touring and DJing and stuff like that. But under the circumstances, sure I'll help."

"Really, you will!"

"Sure, anything for a die-hard non-screaming non-shirt ripping fan like you."

"Brilliant! Well, I've got a music studio back home so we can do it there."

"Oh, ok. Well my stuff's all broke anyway. I guess that'll teach me never to mix wires with machines ever again. But in order for me to mix and produce music, I need three things."

"Sure, what?"

"Some ridiculously shiny sunglasses, a bottle of orange & vodka and a very dodgy-looking Shirt for me to wear while I'm doing this."

"Why do you need a dodgy-looking Shirt?"

"I always wear a dodgy looking Shirt whenever I'm playing at gigs and stuff. It helps me concentrate."

"Concentrate? On what?"

"Not looking like a complete idiot on stage."

"Oh………right, ok. Anyway, let's get going, we gotta get back to my place before 9."

"Well they've cancelled all major transportation in this country as far as I'm aware, so there's only one machine that'll get us to your home in that time……TO THE PALOOKAVILLE MOBILE!" Norman rushed off down the corridor like an idiot towards the garage. Marcus slowly followed behind. As the two finally entered the garage area and turned on the inside light, Marcus was shocked at what he was seeing.

"Norman, what kind of van is THAT?"

"This my friend, is the Palookaville mobile. It's just like one of those hippy vans except it has all the good features that my Palookaville album has; along with a few modifications to my liking." Norman and Marcus made their way into the van. As Marcus opened the passenger door, he jumped back in shock as a voice shouted 'DOT COM'.

"What the hell was that?"

"Oh that's just one of the modifications. Every time you open or close one of the doors on this vehicle, it says one of those lyrics words from my tune 'Slash Dot Dash', watch." Norman pressed a button on the van's key and all doors opened one after another shouting: 'SLASH…DOT DASH…DOT…SLASH…DOT COM!' "Pretty cool huh?"

"Well, no not really, I think it'll get quite annoying."

The two of them got inside the van; Marcus on the passenger's side and Norman driving. 'SLASH/DOT COM!' was heard twice as the two of them opened and then closed the doors on the vans.

"Alright…next stop…errrrr……wherever you live."

"Yeh, just follow the directions I give you, I should know my way back to London from here."

As the two of them drove off down the street and back up to London, Marcus looked out of the window and noticed even more army and MI6 troops around. It had seemed that they were now all over the country; forcing people out of where they were and into the injection clinics.

"NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA FATBOY! NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA FATBOY! FATBOY! FATBOY!" Norman shouted out of the window as he continued to drive the van.

Meanwhile back in London and at Liam and Daniel's house, the six lads were all sat around a dining room table; all eating an evening that Liam had prepared from before.

"OK, let's go over the plan again guys, just to make sure we all know what we're doing."

"Alright…" Kyle began. "We sit here, wait 'til someone comes, go with 'em, got to that clinic place, do what they tell us to do and then go straight back here."

"And then we get to kick those people in the balls."

"Cartman, we're not kicking anybody in the balls you stupid asshole."

"I didn't say that KYLE! I said that we MIGHT."

"No you didn't, you said that we WERE going to do that."

"Look guys, nobody's kicking anybody in the balls." Liam spoke; breaking up the argument between Kyle and Cartman.

"Now remember, me and Daniel might not make it like you guys will, so what did I say to do if we come back here feeling all brain-washed and looking as if we're loving the Government."

"Turn on the telly and turn to a channel full of reality TV shows and programmes in which B and C-List celebrities and members of the public take part in programmes that make absolutely no sense and are just a waste of TV space." The four boys replied back all at the same time.

"Right, but which channel in particular?"

"Either ITV1 or Channel 4."

"Correct."

"Coming up next on ITV1, it's the return of Celebrity Love Island; where ten celebrities that we've never ever heard of before are whisked away to a tropical island in Fiji and are forced to fall in love with each other and even have sex, just for our own entertainment. Man, how low can we get? Where are nuclear testing bombs when you need them?" The TV narrator spoke since the telly had been left on in the living room.

A few minutes later, the phone started ringing and Daniel jumped up off his chair to answer the phone.

"We don't want any, now sod off you stupid call centres!"

"Hi Daniel." Marcus replied; knowing just by that sort of reply that it was obviously Daniel on the other end of the phone call.

"Hey Marcus."

"So you haven't been forced to go yet?"

"No, but Liam's said that they'll probably be round any minute now………and that was like an hour ago."

"Right OK, well I managed to persuade Norman to help me with the plan I've come up with that I told you earlier on."

"Oh right, cool. Where are yer' now?"

"Errrrrr, looks like we're about half way between Brighton and the outskirts of London now. It shouldn't be too long before I get back."

"OK, oh and we've told the boys what to do if our minds and thoughts get all f---ed up after the injections."

"Really? So what did I say to tell them to do if you go back there feeling all brain-washed and looking as if you're loving the Government?"

"Right, but which channel in particular?"

"Either ITV1 or Channel 4."

"Correct, whatever happens, I'll know what the end results will be. That way, I'll know whether to go into hiding or not."

"Well, let's hope so coz' I don't want to see us all d……" But just as Daniel was talking, he was interrupted by a huge loud knock on the front door. "…Marcus, you hear that?"

"Yeh, it's them. Don't worry, just do what they tell yer' and get it all over with."

"Alright, see yer' later Marcus………alright, bye."

Back in the dining room where the loud knock could also be heard, the five other lads started to walk towards the door.

"Cartman, we have to go. Come on."

"BUT LIIIIIAM, I WANNA FINISH MY TURKEY TWIIIIZLERRRS!" Cartman replied in his usual complaining voice like he always does.

"Cartman trust me, if Jamie Oliver found out you like those, you'd be in so much bother with him."

"Dude, who's Jamie Oliver?" Kyle asked Stan

"I don't know dude, maybe he's like one of those food guys or sumin."

As Daniel and the four boys stood in the porch right next to the front door, Liam slowly opened the front door to see two bulky soldiers dressed in navy blue uniforms and protective armour; each carrying a fairly large machine-gun like weapon.

"Is this the residence of……" The first soldier looked at a piece of a paper "……Liam Alex Cachenski and Daniel Kyle Cachenski?"

"Yes it is." Liam replied with signs of seriousness on his face.

The first soldier shined a torch he had hold of down at the four boys who seemed to be hiding behind Liam. "And who are these four?"

"Hey dude, don't shine that light in my……" Stan spoke.

"SILENCE!" The second soldier shouted down at Stan at which Stan immediately shut his mouth. The four boys' eyes were wider with shock and slight fear.

"What are these four kids doing here?"

"Oh, they're just…friends."

"Do they live in this region of London?"

"Yes, yes they do."

The soldier stared deeply at Liam to see if he was telling the truth or not. Liam simply stood there with blank emotions on his face. There was a slight presence of fear and confusion on Liam's face, but nothing more. "Alright then, follow me this way…NOW!"

As Liam locked the front door, all six lads were guided and watched carefully by both soldiers. The two soldiers stared and moved close around them like dark vultures. The six lads were led out onto the street. It was a fairly dark evening and there were hardly any street lights on. They were forced to join a large group of other people who were also slightly scared and confused into what was about to happen. As every soldier formed together in a group again, they walked up to the front area of the group to shout out commands and words.

"Alright everybody, listen up! This group will now be taken to the required injection clinic which is based in the South East Tottenham region. It'll be about a half an hour walk and I want everybody to remain walking in a group around us soldiers and troopers. Just so that we know one another, we have the guns……and you don't. So if I or any of the other soldiers see any talking, passing of objects, eating, drinking, smoking or even trying to escape from this group until we get to the clinic, then we will not be afraid to use our guns on anybody here……including the children."

"WHY! Why are you doing this to us all? You're supposed to treat us all like members of the public……NOT LIKE SLAVES! How dare you expect us to just follow your ridiculous commands and not have any freedom of will in any way or form." A random guy came out and yelled at the leading soldier.

At which point, the soldier pointed his heavy gun at the man and fired streams of bullets at him. As the man was shoke about by the contact of all those bullets, he eventually fell to the ground once the soldier stopped firing. Everybody was stunned into silence as they all looked at the bloody stained body of the man who was obviously now dead.

"Y'know, he might still be OK." Cartman spoke; at which Stan, Kyle & Kenny looked at him with their annoyed faces again. Fortunately for them, they were based near the back so the soldiers couldn't hear the whispering.

"Now then, anybody else got something to say!" The soldier asked; at which there was an emptiness of noise and complete silence all around the street. "Good, now then…MOVE!" The crowd of civilians and people began to walk down the street; followed closely by the group of soldiers that were each walking along side them on different sides of the group.

About two hours later, Marcus and Norman had arrived back at Marcus' house and were now sat in one of the basement rooms of the building. It was in this room where Marcus' music studio was based. It was basically a large room split into two sections; a recording section and a mixing section where other pieces of equipment, vinyls, CDs and ridiculous-looking posters were placed. But everything that you'd expect in a professional recording studio was in this room; software, computers, instruments, mixers, synthesisers and that oh so important nice carpet to go on the floor.

"Bloody hell, I haven't seen this much stuff since………my home." Norman spoke as he walked round the room gazing at each part of the room and getting to grips with what was there.

"Yep, it's all here and it's all mine." As Marcus walked into the recording section; opening the glass door and sitting down on one of the chairs next to an Atari computer, he suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten to say. "S---!"

"Wha-what's s---! Paris Hilton's singing?"

"No, I'm not talking about that, OH F---, I forgot to tell 'em it."

"Tell who what?"

"……It doesn't matter for the moment, I have to find those four boys…and fast, I forgot to ell them the side effect of those injections."

"What what what? What boys!" But before Norman could finish his speech, Marcus ran out of the room, back upstairs to the ground level and began sprinting out of the house and down the street towards the injection clinic. "Oh I get it, he means the other members of a band. Oh Norman, come on, think yer' silly sod!" Norman spoke to himself as he began working out, how the hell to work all the equipment and software he was surrounded by.

Meanwhile at this injection clinic, the six lads had been waiting in a zig-zag style queue for two hours now. Liam and Daniel were near the front of the queue whilst the other four boys were sat down on the floor in boredom. As another Brit walked out of this small white room, the six of them all looked at this Brit who appeared to be completely brain-washed; showing no emotions and walking in a zombie-like fashion.

"I LOVE MY COUNTRY! I LOVE MY COUNTRY SO MUCH THAT I WILL DO ANYTHING THAT THE GOVERNMENT ASKS ME TO DO; EVEN IF IT MEANS DIEING, FOR I LOVE MY COUNTRY! I LOVE THE GOVERNMENT!" The Brit walked off; staring directly ahead with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, one more Brit now under our control. OK, I guess it's time for the next one." The MI6 official who was standing by the door turned round. "Alright, next six people in the queue in this room please!"

"Alright, looks like this is it for us; make or break time as they say in the……errrrrr……whatever thingy-ma-jig."Liam spoke as he was guided into the room.

"Dude, I don't think we're gunna withstand this." Kyle spoke.

"Why dude? We're not gunna get brain-washed, that's what Marcus said. What's the problem?" Stan replied.

"Well it's just……I have this bad feeling that something bad's gunna happen or something's gunna happen to us when we walk back out of that room."

"Don't worry dude, nothing bad's gunna happen."

Just as the six lads all started walking in, Marcus came rushing into the building; spotting the back of Kenny disappearing into the white room on the other side of the large hall.

"Dam, I'm too late!" Marcus spoke. "And I forgot to tell them the side-effect of the injection. Ah well, its no big problem. It'll just mean they'll speak in a permanent British accent from now on."

And as Marcus finished the locking and loading of guns clicked and triggered around him. Four soldiers all pointed a large gun towards him.

"Well Kane-Bridge." An MI6 official spoke. "So good you could come, I would have thought you'd make us hunt you down until we could catch you. But it looks like you're a bigger fool than we thought."

"It's you who's the fool Jones. I'm gunna stop this madness that you and the Government are causing and by the time I get out of here, it won't be long before the whole population is back on our side."

"HA HA HA HA, oh I don't think so Marcus. Once you leave this building, you'll be completely under our control along with the rest of this brain-washed mindless society."

Marcus smirked. "Oh, we'll see Jones, we'll see."

"Soldiers, would you be so kind in taking Kane-Bridge to the injections room please."

The four soldiers forced Marcus forward with their guns and guided him past the long queues of people and into the white room.