Author's Note: Before you read this story I want to point out a few things.
One, this is a South Park story, involving the characters in the show, but this will be a different kind of AU, where the occurrences that happened in the show will not be here.
Two, this is a dark story that contains mature themes, and very, very strong language. Read at your own risk
Three, the kids of South Park have been aged up to the range of 16-17, so that the elements of this story make sense, and I'm more comfortable if they are at the right age to endure the different arcs of this story.
Lastly, I took the boys' superhero persona and powers from the game, The Fractured But Whole and altered it to make it more realistic. For example, Cartman will have the same abilities like his alter ego, The Coon, like animal shapeshifting, or things of that nature.
WIth those notes being said, I hope you enjoy 'Master Garrison's Academy for the Powerful and Gifted.
ACT ONE: THE POWERFUL AND THE GIFTED
Prologue
Stan couldn't feel anything.
His body became numb after receiving beating after beating. It was as if his body had given up on him, it knew he couldn't win this battle.
He was weak. A spineless asshole, his father would call him right at this moment. For once, Stan couldn't fight him on that one.
Bloodied hands clutched his head to stop the ever growing headache that thrusted upon him, his legs with endless amounts of deep scrapes and bruises were sprawled on the cold, damp floor. He was sure the chilling liquid that he could feel under him was a pool of his own blood.
Stan turned his head slightly to the side, so he could see the figure next to him, his comrade that fought bravely beside him shared his defeated state, only he was more wounded. Wincing at the sight of his friend, Stan perched his body weight onto his elbows in an attempt to sit up straight, in order to check on his partner, but his hope of rising was quickly shot down when a shot of pain came over him, making his body slam right down on the ground.
"Ky….. Kyle…" Stan whispered, it came out as a hefty wheeze due to pain he was enduring at the moment.
Kyle didn't move, shift, or made any sudden actions that signaled he was conscious, and that made Stan fill up with worry.
He then turned his head to the other side, the same pain stayed with him with that movement, to check on his other friends, to his dismay they weren't doing any better.
Cartman and Kenny were right next to each other, Kenny's head was perched on top of Eric's abdomen from the impact of the fight. Both boys' eyes were closed, but their breathing seemed normal and in a routined state. Up and down, up and down.
He was all alone, his death was going to be a quiet, unknown event. No one would locate him, his body would be decomposed by the time they would find him.
His mother and father would be distraught, his sister might be sad but Stan couldn't tell at this moment, Wendy would never forgive him for she was fighting for him to stay back and not endure this. But being the stubborn ass he was, he had to go.
This was it….. What a life it had been.
Who would've thought this would happen to a boy so….special?