Part 2.
"We need to find out what happened to Kate."
Kyle went upstairs into Kate's room, followed by Stan, Kenny, and Pete. Cartman had gone off with the police to answer questions about his sister's disappearance. Kate's room hadn't been touched in the investigation, but there was still hope for clues in her room.
"Kimmy is going to be pissed," mentioned Pete, picking a picture up off the floor. "Those two have been friends for a long time and Kimmy is very protective."
"I remember what happened last time she got pissed at somebody," Stan commented. "He ended up with severe burns."
"(What's this?)" Kenny asked, pulling a book off the shelf. It was large and had no title.
"That's Rin's scrapbook," Pete replied. "She's held onto it ever since her grandmother taught her how to make one."
"It just occurred to me," Kyle sighed. "We barely know anything about Kate. She doesn't like to talk about the past."
"That's Rin for you—always looking to the future, and never to the past."
Kenny opened the scrapbook and started looking through it. There were several pictures of Lisa, Kate, and Pete in front of landmarks, and a couple of Kate looking out the window of a moving car. Then, there was something strange. It was a page of instructions, written in dark red ink on parchment paper. At the bottom was a drawing of a pentagram made with glitter.
"What's this?" Stan inquired.
"It's a… summoning ritual," Kyle stated, confused. "According to this, we can summon Kimmy."
"(What do we need?)" Kenny asked.
"Pixie Stix sugar and glitter, and we need to set it on fire."
"Figures," Pete sighed. "I'd better head to my hotel room and get my gun. You boys get the components for the ritual and get Kimmy here. She'll help us."
It was decided that they would perform the ritual in the Cartmans' basement to avoid being caught by any adults, plus Kimmy would most likely be annoyed with them summoning her. They followed the instructions to the letter and the glitter and sugar shot into the air and swirled as the heat hit them, Kimmy rising from the storm. She looked incredibly annoyed that she'd been summoned out of the blue.
"Why were you snooping through Kate's stuff?" she asked. "She's the only one who had the sheet for the ritual."
"Kate's missing and we need your help," Kyle replied.
"What."
"We think it has something to do with Mike."
"How do you know about Mike? That bastard should be long gone."
"He's in prison, but we think he sent somebody to grab Kate."
"It wouldn't surprise me. It's because of that bastard Kate and I met, anyway."
"How did you meet?" Stan inquired.
"Kate should really tell you what happened."
"If it's about him almost murdering and raping her, we already know," Kyle snapped.
"Kate almost died that day, and the doctors said she had no shot at making it. I got booted from Hell as a punishment from my brother and appeared in the house. It's because of me that Kate's even around today. I used my powers to heal her injuries to the point where she could live, and in return, she became my best friend the entire time I was exiled from Hell."
"So, where would he take Kate?"
"Somewhere out of the way, but in plain sight. Probably the home of one of his henchmen, most likely somewhere extravagant, like a mansion on the edge of town, where nobody will interrupt what they're doing."
"Can't you track her?!"
"No, I can't. Not without information from somebody who knows."
"What about Mike?"
"Nope, sorry. Again, not without information."
"(Pete'll be back soon,)" Kenny pointed out. "(We should talk to him.)"
"Pete's in town?" Kimmy asked, tilting her head. "Huh. Weird. I haven't seen him since New Orleans."
"He went to grab a gun at his hotel room," Stan explained. "Now, are you going to help us or not?"
"Sure. Clean up the pentagram first. Trust me, you don't want to keep it open for long. Beelzebub won't be far behind me. He never is once I've been summoned."
As if to close the portal, Kenny scuffed the edge of the circle. The sugar and glitter calmed down and landed on the floor. Kimmy snapped her fingers and it was all put back into the original containers. She swept her long red hair up into a ponytail.
"Let's get down to business," she declared. "Where are there mansions nearby? They won't have gone too far from South Park, since Lisa's still here."
"How'd you know that?" Stan asked.
"Kate sent me a message in flame the day of the attack. She asked me to stay in Hell, though, since she didn't want her dad or his cronies getting ahold of me."
"That's Kate for you," Kyle laughed half-heartedly.
"I don't think she wants you guys getting involved either. It's a family thing."
"We get it, but Kate's like family to us. I like her, and so does Kenny." Kimmy narrowed her eyes at Kenny before turning her back to them.
"I'll help, but right after, I'm going back to Hell."
"Got it."
Within about twenty minutes, Pete arrived back at the house, his gun in his belt. Cartman and Liane also came back, Liane crying hard about her daughter's disappearance. She ended up going to bed early, while Cartman was filled in on the plan and invited to come along. He accepted, if only to beat the shit out of some people without getting in major trouble.
"Pete, you know how these guys function," Kimmy stated. "Why do you need me?"
"You're Kate's best friend, aren't you? I figured you'd like to help save her."
"Technically, I'm not allowed to interfere in human affairs like this. If it's to save her life in an extreme case, yes, I'm allowed to help. I can't kill anybody who isn't directly threatening the life of a human."
"You are the worst demon ever," Cartman grumbled.
"Shut up, fatboy."
"HEY! DON'T CALL ME FAT, YOU FUCKING DEMON-GINGER BITCH!"
Pete went out to his car and the kids got in the back. It was a heavily-armored SUV, obviously meant for protection. Pete proved to be a great driver, too, despite his obvious stress with the current situation. Kyle gave him directions to the area of town where Kate was most likely to be. Sure enough, there were suspicious-looking guys outside the house, apparently guarding it from intruders. All of them had a stereotypically-Jersey look—overly-muscled, overly-tanned, overly-gelled hair… and overly-small brains.
"That's Nicky, Ollie, and Vinny," whispered Pete. "They're the lowest-ranking guys on the totem pole in Mike's gang. Of course they'd have guard duty."
"Gang?" Stan asked.
"Mike's a big-time gangster back in Jersey. That's why he's rich, and he wants to get even richer by selling Rin."
"And he's a pedophile," Kyle added.
"That too." Pete double-checked. "Okay, you kids are going in. Kimmy and I will take care of the guards." He tossed her a gun. "Since you can't really use your powers."
"Sweet, dude," she replied with a smirk.
"Let's go."
Pete and Kimmy rushed in, guns blazing. Nicky, Ollie, and Vinny started fighting back, but Pete and Kimmy proved to be much smarter. While the guards were distracted, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman snuck by them and into the house.
Now, with all this, you're probably wondering what happened to Kate. How did she get kidnapped with all the protection around her? Is she okay, or is she dead? Has she kicked anybody in the balls yet? Well, the answers are simple. She's okay, and yes, she kicked a couple guys in the balls. But… she wasn't kidnapped. No, not the former Jersey girl/gangster princess. She knew the longer she hid behind closed doors, the more danger the people she cared about would be in. When Pete showed up to protect her, she came up with a plan. She allowed them to kidnap her in order to find out more about their plan. Currently, she was tied up in a room in the house, more bored and annoyed than scared and struggling.
"You ain't gettin' out of here, you little bitch," Ricky, one of the big guns in her father's gang, told her.
"Yeah, whatever," she muttered.
"Your uncle ain't savin' you, either. Nobody's comin' for ya."
"And I said whatever."
"I'd better call your daddy and let him know we gotcha."
"You do that."
Ricky pulled out his phone and hit a few buttons.
"Yeah, boss. We got her. She's in the house."
"And bored out of my mind."
"And apparently, she thinks being kidnapped and held against her will is boring. We'll hold her until you get here." He hung up. "You think you're hot shit, don't you?"
"No, I just know you and all of Mike's people are grossly incompetent."
"You little—" He shook his head, trying not to lose his temper. "Listen, you little brat. Your daddy's gonna finish the job he started four years ago, and you're gonna take it like a good little whore."
Suddenly, his phone went off.
"What?!" he asked.
"Ricky! We need backup out here!" the man on the other end pleaded. Kate could hear gunfire on the other side. "It's Pete and that little demon!"
"Dammit! Why are you all so useless?!" He hung up and turned to Kate. "You stay here. I'll be back in five minutes."
"Oh, I'm so able to go somewhere else."
Ricky ran out the door, gun in hand, and Kate proceeded to stare at the floor and count the tiles. There wasn't much else to do.
Oh, yeah. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to be a rape victim.
From the waistband of her jeans, she pulled out the pocketknife she'd stashed there for safekeeping and started cutting the ropes holding her hands. Once that was done, she started untying herself. Ricky came in just as she retrieved her backpack from the corner of the room.
"HEY! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU ESCAPE, YOU LITTLE CUNT?!"
"Simple. Like I said, you and the others are grossly incompetent."
Ricky rushed forwards and went for Kate's neck. She pulled out her gun and shot him in the thigh. She only wanted to fatally shoot one person today, and that person was her father.
"KATE?!" Kyle's voice yelped from the hall. Kate grabbed the ropes from the chair where she'd escaped and hog-tied Ricky, sticking a strip of duct tape across his mouth.
"I'm in here!" she called.
Her brother and friends rushed in to find her dusting off her hands and putting on her backpack. They stared at her in shock.
"What? Let's go help Pete and Kimmy." She left the room, the boys following her out of confusion and curiosity. Outside, they found Nicky, Ollie, and Vinny injured and groaning in pain. Kimmy was nowhere to be found, but Pete was severely injured. Kate gasped.
"Uncle Pete!" she squeaked.
"Rin," he groaned. "Get out of here."
"No, we're getting you out, too." She turned to the boys. "Help me get him in the car."
They managed to get Pete into the SUV and Kate took the driver's seat.
"Okay, I can't do this alone. Stan, you need to work the pedals. Kenny, keep the assholes off our tail. Kyle, you and Cartman take care of Pete. There should be a first-aid kit in my backpack."
"Okay!" Kyle opened Kate's backpack and pulled out the first-aid kit. Kate turned the key in the ignition and Stan hit the gas as Kenny sat shotgun, ironically holding Kate's handgun.
"Why does Kinney get to hold the gun?!" whined Cartman.
"Because he's the best shot we've got and I have to drive!" Kate snapped.
"I could drive!"
"No, you couldn't. You don't even—"
"Sorry to interrupt the brother-sister lovefest, but can we focus on not getting murdered by gangsters?!" Stan yelled.
"Sorry, Stan."
Gunshots rang out behind them as there was a screeching of tires.
"Fuck!" Kate swore, making a sharp turn onto a side street. Kenny had a clear shot at one of the other drivers and took it, causing the driver to crash the car. "Nice shot, Kenny!"
"Thanks, Princess!" he replied, pulling off his hood so he had better visibility.
"There," Kyle declared, cutting the bandages. Pete was all patched up.
"I can take the wheel, Rin," he told his niece.
"Okay. That means I can take out a few of these bastards, too."
It was an awkward process to switch seats, but they managed to do it. Kate and Kenny took the backseat, each handling a window and a gun. Cartman clutched the seat he was on, holding on for his life. Kyle handled giving Pete tips on where to turn, while Stan kept an eye out for cops. Each of the shooters managed to cause a couple of their pursuers to crash into trees or buildings.
"WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" screeched Cartman, sobbing and clutching his sister's coat. She elbowed him in the ribs to get him to let go.
Suddenly, Pete's phone went off in the backseat and Cartman grabbed it.
"Hello?" he asked, putting it on speakerphone.
"Hello, you fuckers," Mike said on the other end. "You have something that belongs to me."
"FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE!" Kate yelled. "I BELONG TO NO-ONE!"
"You fucking bitch. You don't talk to me like that! I am your father!"
"If anybody's a dad to me, it's Uncle Pete. Now shut the fuck up. I'm trying to concentrate on killing you."
"Oh, that's adorable, Katherine. You think you can kill me!"
"Bitch, I know I can."
"Yeah!" Kyle and Stan agreed.
"Fuck off, Mike!" Kenny added.
"Oh, you're all going to get it. Especially the little whore."
"HEY!" Kenny and Kyle shouted in unison. "DON'T TALK ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT!"
"Jesus Christ, you're not helping," muttered Kate.
"Turn her in and I'll leave you and your families alone."
"Maybe we should listen to him," Kate said, motioning towards the 'end call' button.
"WHAT THE HELL, KATE?!" Stan gasped.
"He'll leave us alone." She picked up the phone. "Meet us at the warehouse where you got arrested and we'll settle this."
"Good. Glad to know you inherited my sense." There was a click and the call ended. Kate smirked as the pursuers backed off.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, KATE?!" Kenny yelled.
"I have a plan. You didn't actually think I'd turn myself over to that psycho, did you? That's how I got into that house in the first place."
"Wait, you planned that?!" yelped Kyle.
"Duh. If I had hid much longer, they would've gone after you guys."
"I both want to kill you and kiss you," Kenny sighed.
"Hey, hands off my niece!" Pete called. "Where's that warehouse you mentioned, Rin?"
"32 Elm. That's where I shot him in the thigh."
"Good to know you're putting the training I gave you to use."
"The more I find out about you, the more scared I am of you," Stan admitted to Kate.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get to the warehouse."
At the warehouse, Mike and two of his cronies were waiting. Pete and the boys let Kate go ahead in order to keep up the illusion that they were surrendering.
"Ah, if it isn't the bitch-whore baby," snickered Ricky. "You gotta lotta nerve showin' up."
"Say what you want about me, but I keep my goddamn promises," Kate replied, shaking her head. She cracked her knuckles, signaling for the guys to attack. "And that promise is that I'm taking Mike down."
Cartman, Stan, and Pete tag-teamed the big guy, a man named Bobby who didn't seem too bright. Kyle and Kenny took on Ricky, leaving Kate to face Mike by herself. Mike narrowed his eyes and cracked his neck before rushing forward to punch his daughter in the face. She dodged it, narrowly, and he let out a growl.
"DIE, YOU BITCH!"
"I don't think so!"
She kicked him in the back.
"That was for Mother!" A blow landed on the back of his head. "That's for Uncle Pete!" Another on his balls. "That was for my friends! And this?" She pulled out her gun and aimed it right between his eyes. "This is for me."
BANG!
Mike slumped onto the floor, blood pouring from the wound. Kate stepped on his throat, making sure he couldn't breathe as he died. The boys stared at her in shock as Ricky and Bobby surrendered.
A week later…
"I'm proud of you, sweetheart."
"Thanks, Mommy." Kate smiled at Lisa, who was still recovering in the hospital.
"Now that your father's dead, we can rest easily. His gang members are loyal, but not so much so that they'll come after you."
"That's good."
"Now, about your uncle…"
"Uncle Pete went back to New Jersey. He said you've gotta go back too, once you're healed up. Apparently, all of Mike's money and property went to you since you guys never formally divorced."
"Oh, good. I can finally start paying child support to you."
Kate exited the room.
"How's Lisa?" Kyle asked.
"She's gonna be just fine."
"And you?" They started walking towards the elevator.
"What about me?"
"Are you okay? Any guilt over what happened?"
"Hell no. I've been waiting to do that for a long time. Besides… it's not like I'm the only one in our group with a criminal record."
"That's true." The elevator arrived and they got on. "You're not even the only one in our group to have killed someone."
"Let me guess: Cartman has the highest body count."
"Exactly."
"Well, at least it's just one guy on my count. And he deserved it."
"Agreed. Fucker."
And that concludes this arc and Mike Silverton! If you're wondering why Kimmy disappeared, it's because she was severely injured and had to go back to Hell to heal. Also, she's jealous because Kenny has a crush on her best friend and Kimmy has a crush on Kenny.
Next time, I think I'll add a new adult character. Not a family member of anybody; just a new neighbor who happens to be an artist/supergeek.
So long and thanks for all the fish!