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At Night
Kenny's PoV
I dial the number onto my phone. It rings 3 times, before she picks up.
"Hey, Kenny!"
"Hey Bebe. Listen, about last night, are you sure that you aren't shaken or anything?" I ask.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Sure, my parents didn't like how you put me a couple of blocks away from a huge explosion that killed a lot of people, but everything will be fine." She assures.
"Where are you? Maybe we could have some fun together…" She adds in a seductive whisper.
"You know when I told you I had a bunch of odd jobs to get the money for our first date? I'm currently in the middle of one."
"Hmm. At this time of night? You better not be doing anything illegal young man!" She says in a imitated mother's tone.
"No, of course not. Definitely nothing illegal. Anyway, my boss is calling me back, seeya!"
"Seeya Ken." I hang up. I clip the cheap flip-phone back onto my belt. I take out my binoculars, and I start scouting the prison.
"Ok, make sure not to beat anyone up Kenny…" I mumble to myself. It's a fairly small prison, with only a fence of barbed wire surrounding it. I notice a few guards around, but I can easily sneak past them, using darkness for cover. I also need to watch for security cameras, but I brought my laser to deal with that. There seems to be a vent at the roof where I can climb through. Excellent. I clip my binoculars back onto my belt, and I jump from the rooftops, gliding into the area. I quickly slip into the darkness, before seeing a camera. I pull out my laser, and shine it at the camera, before swiftly sneaking by. No guards have seemed to notice me yet.
I grapple up to the roof and open up the vent before climbing through. First, I need a key to access his cell. The warden probably has the keys, so I need to find his office. I wander around for a bit, but I hear some commotion nearby. I look through a vent cover, seeing my target get dragged away.
"You're putting me in solitary because I threw a basketball at a guard's face? Big whoop! If it was me, one on one with you jackasses in the streets, then you would be begging for death! You hear me?! You hear me you pieces of sh-" He gets cut off as he gets locked into Solitary Confinement.
"Shut up you piece of trash. You're lucky you're not one on one with Mysterion at the moment." One of the guards say. I notice some keys attached to his belt, and he's wearing a uniform that's subtlety different than the other guards. He must be the warden.
"That freak could probably beat the shit outta him." The two guards beside him chuckle at his remark. I see him go off further into the corridor, so I follow him through the vents.
"Guys, I'm gonna take a quick nap. You two continue to watch the prisoners." He orders the two guards. He heads into what seems to be his office. I continue to crawl through the vents until I reach one that's in his office. He's already asleep, and the keys are in full view. I carefully unfasten the vent cover, before hopping down behind the snoring warden. I reach my hand out to grab the keys, but he suddenly wakes up, and sees me.
He tries to strike me, but I block. He again tries to hit me, but I dodge every attack, before he stops his attempts to fight.
"What the hell were you trying to do, freak?!" He snaps at me.
"I need those keys, Warden." I calmly say.
"Why? And how the hell did you get in here?!" He exclaims.
"I need to speak with the man you just put in solitary confinement. I sneaked in, and you're the only person that knows I'm here." I explain.
"What the fuck do you need with Jack Miller?" He asks.
"I have reason to believe that his boss is the man who blew up the Union Station last night." I tell him.
"All I need is 10 minutes." He looks at me for a couple of seconds.
"10 minutes?"
"Tops."
He reluctantly hands me the keys. "Any longer and I'll raise the alarm." I nod. He opens the door for me, and I walk through the corridors until I reach Solitary Confinement. I use the key to unlock the large metal door, pulling it open. I see the man looking out of his cell window, his back turned to me.
"Ah, so you've come to release me already?" He says confidently.
"Not exactly." He turns around as I slam shut the heavy door. He still has the black eye that I gave him on Saturday night.
"Oh Jesus Christ not you! Please don't hurt me, you've already done enough!" He whimpers as he cowers into a corner.
"I'm not here to hurt you. Well, not now at least." I toy with him.
"What the fuck do you want from me anyway?" He asks.
"Information." I say.
"On what?"
"You should know."
"Oh, the wacko that blew up your poor little train station. I don't know anything man! I swear!" He says defensively.
"You work for him." I remind him.
"So? Yeah, maybe I do know something, but it may come at a price." He begins to stand up.
"Choose your words carefully Jack." I threaten.
"Oh please, I'm too smart for your tactics, Mysterion! I'll tell you, when you bust me outta here! How about that, "Symbol of Justice"?" He sneers. I glare at him for a few seconds, before giving him a right hook, knocking him to the ground. He struggles to get up, so I pick him up myself and I hold him up to the wall.
"WHERE IS HE?!" I bellow in his face.
"I-I don't know. I've never m-m-met him myself, I s-swear to God." He faltered.
"SOMEONE MUST KNOW WHERE HE IS!" I growl.
"All I know, is, is that he's never in the one place for long." He blurts out. Finally I've made him reach his breaking point.
"What do you mean?" I ask more calmly, but still with a slight growl in my voice.
"There's no way you'll be able to track him down, because when you do, he would already have disappeared." He says.
"Tell me more about Stotch." I order.
"Stotch? If you mean him, nobody calls him that name anymore."
"What do they call him?"
"Professor."
"Why Professor?"
"Listen, he may seem like a total wacko, but I've heard that he's a genius for his age. He can develop drugs that even the government would like to acquire." He explains.
"Then why isn't he using that to his advantage, to make money?" I ask, confused.
"He isn't your typical criminal that you easily beat up. He believes more in causing chaos than anything else in particular. The only time he does try to sell his stuff, is when the user tries wreak havoc himself. Unfortunately, the last time he tried that, the big guy was fucked over by you." I suddenly realise that he means Boyett.
"He supplied Trent Boyett?"
"Yep. But since he barely done much, he thinks that he has to take matters in his own hands. And look what happened as a result!" He starts laughing. I release my hold on him, before letting myself out.
"You think you can stop him? He's up to the challenge! He'll make everyone's lives a living hell, including yours! There's a difference between us and him. He's not afraid of you!" I slam the door shut, locking it. I head back to the Warden's office, and I throw him the keys before climbing back up to the vent. I swiftly crawl through until I'm back on the roof, before gliding off the roof, past the barbed wire, until I grapple back onto the building where I was before. I jump down from the roof, landing next to my motorcycle, and I take it all the way back to South Park.
After about 40 minutes, I hide my bike back in it's normal hiding place, before grappling up to a nearby rooftop. I start running across them, making my way back to SPPD. I knock on Yates' window, waiting a few seconds, before it opens.
"So, what did you find?" He asks.
"We can't find him while he's hiding." I tell him.
"What? Why not?"
"I spoke to that man that was trying to sell the steroids. Had to break into prison to get to him because he was in solitary. I interrogated him and he said that he never stays in the one place for a while, which will make this a lot harder for us to find and arrest him." I explain.
"Huh, that's the first time I've anyone in this state breaking INTO prison." He chuckles.
"That will make things harder for us, definitely. So we'll have to catch him in the act?" He asks.
"I'm afraid so, but the problem with that is we don't know where he'll be next. He might be shooting up a school or trying to blow up a hospital. He could be anywhere." I say.
"This whole "Chaos Every Week" thing is definitely going to frighten citizens. They'll be more afraid than ever to go outside. This might have a big impact on Denver, and maybe all of Colorado." He says.
"Well, we'll have to do our best to take him down. How was your meeting with the Mayor?" I ask.
"Wait, how do you know- forget it. It was fine, until it was cut short by the body being found. Even though she questions your methods, she ultimately trusts you in catching this asshole." He assures me.
"However, there is one problem…" He adds.
"What?" I ask.
"She wants to meet you." He tells me. Oh, Shit.
"I knew that day would come, Sergeant." I smirk.
"Yeah, well, May the Force be With You." He says.
"Hey, was there anything else that man said?" Yates asks.
"Well, he said they don't call him Stotch, they call him the Professor. Mainly because of his work with chemicals and what not. He also said something else…" I say.
"What?" He asks.
"He doesn't fear me." I say, troubled by what he told me.
"So? That shouldn't stop you in taking him down." He says.
"You don't understand. Criminals are afraid of me because I'm more than a man in their eyes, I'm a monster to them. A demon to them. But to the citizens, I'm a dark angel. To the citizens I'm a Symbol of Justice, to the criminals, I'm a Symbol of Fear." I explain. I then take out my gun, and start loading it.
"Jesus, do you do this every night?" He asks.
"Nobody remembers it, so it doesn't really matter." I smile, before jumping out of his window, holding the gun at my head, and then pulling the trigger. Everything goes black as my limp body collapses onto the snow.
A/N: Finally! A new chapter! And this one is coincidentally being released on Christmas Eve! Thank you to AnonymousPoet for yet another review, and I don't know if Yates is telling that much, I personally don't believe that, considering Mysterion could still be anyone, as evidenced in "The Coon" when Chaos showed a Coon his suspect wall. Anyway, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, as I sit back on some chair, drinking hot chocolate from a Batman mug which I received from a Secret Santa! Anyway, hopefully I can post chapters more frequently during Christmas break, so yeah. Happy Holidays, and as always…
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