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2 Years Later / July 1st
3rd Person PoV
"So, we have come to some creepy old warehouse for what, exactly?" Two men, sitting opposite of a table, one with a briefcase on the table, and about 10 armed men surrounding them, 5 on each side of the room, all carry automatic weapons.
"We have to be discreet about this Martinez, you know that the cops have upped their game, especially after Boyett's fuck up in City Hall. This warehouse is the best we've got." The man with the briefcase assures Martinez.
"Now, Jack, you came here proposing some sort of deal, so I want to know, what exactly you have. Coke, Weed-" Martinez gets cut off.
"Steroids, my friend, steroids." Jack opens up the briefcase, revealing 3 syringes with a green liquid inside.
"What the fuck is this? Do you think my clients would like this?" Martinez questions.
"No, but you will. You see, my boss has been creating these drugs for well over a year now, and he first offered it to your old boss. Considering how it worked so well, and the fact that you aren't some 16 year old kid trying to rule the world, maybe you could use this in a, let's just say, better, way, than your old boss did." Jack explains.
"Now where the fuck is my money." He demands. Martinez motions to one of his men, who goes outside. A few seconds later he comes back with a briefcase of their own, who sets it down onto the table and opens it, revealing a large sum of money.
"$20,000, all in cash, just like you asked." Martinez says.
"Well done. Now that I know that you have the requested payment, I do hope you that you use these wisel-" All of a sudden the lights in the warehouse, cutting off Jack's sentence.
"What the fuck is wrong with the lights?" Martinez complains. But the darkness is the least of their worries. A weird -zip- sound followed by what sounded like screams came from all around the room. 6, in total. After 20 seconds since the power went off, the lights go back on, revealing 6 men, 3 from each side, hanging from the ceiling. The sound of a lit fuse comes from a corner of the small building, before turning into a series of bangs as the remaining 6 turn to look towards the commotion, The rest of the gunmen have their rifles aimed at the corner, which was their biggest mistake.
"Aghhh!" Martinez screams from behind, and he gets taken into the darkness of the ceiling by a dark, hooded figure, before falling back down, stopping about 7 feet from the floor, getting caught by a piece of black rope. The hooded figure jumps down behind the gunmen, starting to fight them, hand-to-hand. Jack immediately rushes to the door with the money, taking a glance at the scene behind him. A dark, hooded man, kicking the shit out of the remaining 4 gunmen, who get their guns knocked away from them before getting numerous punches and kicks. Jack then flees the scene, the thought of the syringes being left in the warehouse not entering his mind. He trips and stumbles before he finally reaches his car.
"Hey! Get me the fuck outta here, the freak is here!" He yells to his driver, before realising that his driver has already been knocked out. He quickly reaches under his seat, pulling out a sawed off shotgun, and rushes to load it.
"What the fuck are you?" He asks, looking around, holding his shotgun tightly. Suddenly, gloved-hands punch through his sunroof, grabbing Jack by his shirt, making him drop his shotgun and pulling him out of the car, where he comes face to face with a hooded figure with a mask and a mouth curled into an angry scowl.
"I'm Mysterion." The vigilante responds, before punching Jack in the face, knocking him out.
Mysterion's PoV
I take out one of the briefcases from the car, before dragging the scum back into the building, where Yates and his men are already attempting to cut the thugs down from their predicament.
"I believe, this is now yours." I drop the criminal in front of Yates, who gives me a satisfied look, before setting the briefcase down on the table.
"You know, for 20 seconds between me shutting the power off and the emergency generator coming in, you are fast." He says, before inspecting the other briefcase.
"Could be anything, but my guess is that this is the same chemical Boyett was using before his arrest." He says.
"The other briefcase is filled with $20,000, and from what I've heard, this idiot," I point to the knocked out criminal on the ground, "was attempting to sell the drug to one of Boyett's former henchmen." I reply.
"So, you are saying that after more than 6 months, the dealer that we have been looking for, is THIS guy?" Yates asks, but I'm sceptical.
"I don't think so. I heard something about this guy's boss, which means the main dealer is still at large." I explain.
"Well, at least we didn't come all the way out to Denver for nothing." Yates points out as his radio starts buzzing.
"Small bank robbery about a half a kilometre from where you are, Yates. About two hostages have been reported, over." Mitch says over the radio.
"The night's not over yet." I say.
"Copy that, I'm sending my best guy. Over." He responds as I run outside.
I take my grapple gun and grapple up to the roof of a tall building, continuing to do so until I reach the street where the robbery is taking place. I glide down to the building, landing on the roof. I use my classic tactic of crawling through vents, eventually reaching the main room. I see two men, with cheap balaclavas and pistols, but the report was wrong. There isn't two hostages, there's four. The gunmen are trying to drill through the vault, and I also see a dead security guard. I light a firecracker and I throw it into a corner of the room, distracting them.
"Jesus, what was that? Check that out." One guy orders his partner, who goes to check it out. Now's my chance. I hop down from the vent, sneaking behind the guy watching the drill, before knocking him out with a blow to the back of his head. The other guy must have heard it, as I hear footsteps approaching me. I quickly do a roll, before spin-kicking him and elbowing his face as he falls, knocking him out. I free the hostages, just as the cops start to show up at the front.
"Come out with your hands u-" I cut off an officer by throwing the knocked out thug's out of the door, then leading the hostages out before grappling away. I start to grapple back to where my bike is, but I'm stopped after overhearing an interesting conversation below in an alleyway…
"Come on, sweetie, you don't think I'm handsome?" I look down to find what seems to be a homeless man with an empty beer bottle in his hand, and a woman backing away from him until she ends up against a wall. Disgusting.
"P-please, don't." She simply says as the man suddenly grabs her breasts, dropping the bottle. Ugh, I've had enough of this. I jump down, grab the bottle and smash it against his head, causing him to land on his back.
"You should probably go home, and get this piece of shit into a cop car." I say to the woman, who thanks me in return, before I grapple back up onto a roof. I keep running across the rooftops until I reach my bike, and I take the 40 minute trip from Denver back to South Park. I finally arrive, and I hide my bike in the same place as I always do, before pulling out my pistol. I take a look at it, before loading it.
I then proceed to shoot myself in the head.
The Next Morning
Kenny's PoV
I wake up in my bed again, suit still in my wardrobe. One thing that I learned is that by killing myself, I don't wake up super tired, giving me a great reason to be out all night.
"Hey Kenny." Karen says as I walk into the kitchen.
"Hi Karen. Listen, I'll be with my friends again, so can I trust you to-" I say but she cuts me off.
"It's fine. I'll be out too with Ruby and Ike, if that's okay with you." She says.
"Alright, what time will you be home at?" I ask.
"Um, I don't know, maybe around 1 or 2. Why you ask?" She replies.
"I just want to make sure that if I arrive and I don't find my sister in the house, that I don't freak out about it and start calling the police." She giggles at my remark.
"Don't worry Kenny, my guardian angel protects me!" She declares.
"Keep telling yourself that. Love you." I kiss her of the forehead before going on my routine Sunday jog. I simply love the fact that I won't be waking up tomorrow having to worry about school. 1 more fucking year to go. Ever since the December 11th incident, nothing big has really happened ever since, giving me plenty of free time to hang out with my friends. Today, is one of those days. Me, Stan and Kyle (Cartman can't come because he is sick, after celebrating his birthday a bit too much at McDonald's yesterday) are gonna hang out with Wendy, Bebe and Red (Who is somehow Kyle's GIRLFRIEND all of a sudden) at Stark's Pond, and maybe today I'll actually have the courage to ask her out.
I complete my 3 laps around the town, before returning to my "lovely" home. I check the time on my watch: 11:15. I meet them at 12:00, which gives me plenty of time to work out. I confine myself in my room, and start doing push-ups. I manage 100 in 5 minutes, before moving to running in the spot for another 5. I then head outside, and use an old branch from a tree in my backyard for pull-ups, which I do for 10 minutes. I then start punching another, bulkier tree, chipping the wood with my knuckles, which barely have any marks on them, for another 10. Okay, I think that is enough of that. I head inside, get changed into my normal clothes, and I walk to Stark's Pond.
I finally arrive, and guess who's the only person waiting: Bebe. Oh, my luck.
"Kenneth McCormick! Good day to you, Sir!" She bellows, doing a little curtsy.
"Are you drunk?" I ask her, who gives me a look, then a devilish smile.
"Probably. Where the fuck is everyone?" She quickly changes the subject.
"How long have you been waiting here?" I ask.
"10, whole minutes. I got so bored at home so I decided "fuck it", and came early. What's up with Cartman?" She asks.
"He apparently ate 40 chicken nuggets, two large portions of fries, and drank 3 large Cokes while his mother was giving blowjobs to random people in the bathroom." I smirk.
"Eh, I thought he would be able to eat more." She comments.
"Hey, listen, are you fre-" I get cut off.
"Hey guys! What's up!" I hear Stan from behind me. Damnit.
"Hey Stan…" I wave.
"Hey Stan! Where's Wendy?" Bebe asks.
"She just texted me, and she should be here-" Stan gets cut off.
"Hey everyone! Hey Stan!" Wendy runs up behind us.
"-right about now." Stan finishes his sentence before kissing Wendy.
"That makes 4. Where are the redheads?" I ask.
"Right here!" I hear Kyle and Red shout in unison, as they walk towards us, hand in hand.
"And that's everyone. So, what are we doing?" Stan asks.
"Well, I thought we could go to the mall for an hour or two, and then head to Tweek's Coffee Shop." Red explains.
"Sounds good to me." Bebe says. We all head towards the mall.
3 hours later
"All I'm saying is that if we study a bit every week before school starts again, we won't forget anything and we can be way ahead of everyone else." We walk out of Tweek's shop, with Kyle being a nerd again as I sip my coffee.
"Kyle, you're cute, but my God you are such a nerd!" Red giggles.
"Oh, shit. I almost forgot that I'm helping my dad set up his new computer today. I gotta go guys. Seeya later!" Stan kisses Wendy goodbye before running off to his house.
"I better head back home too. Got a lot of ideas that I need to write down to show the school council when we come back. Adios amigos!" Wendy leaves us.
"Kyle and I also bought tickets for Transformers 5 today, and the movie starts in 20 minutes, so we better get going. Later!" Red and Kyle head to the cinema, leaving me and Bebe.
"So, um, can I ask you something." I tell her.
"Sure."
"Are you free this Wednesday?" I ask her. Her eyes widen and a smile appears on her face.
"Kenneth McCormick, are you asking me out?" She says, in some Medieval English accent.
"Yes…" I say, quite embarrassed.
"Yes, I'm free. When, where and what?" She asks.
"7pm, a restaurant in Denver that Stan told me about, and dinner. So, what do you say?"
"Yes. I'd love to. Anyway, I should probably head back home and tell my parents. See you on Wednesday!" She runs back to her house.
Wow, took me like, 6 months. How the hell am I fearless enough to beat up criminals with my bare hands but I'm scared to ask a girl out for that long. Now, there is obviously going to be one problem:
I actually need some money… Fuck.
A/N: To AnonynousPoet, thank you for your reviews on both the Prologue and the 1st Chapter, I appreciate the feedback, and to Galaxyskyreader, thank you for that review and I probably will take my time with this one. Anyway, did you like what I did with Mysterion's grappling hook? I sort of took inspiration from the Batman Arkham games, as well as from Batman Begins in that opening fight. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Thanks for reading!