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Saturday

Kenny's PoV

I'm with Stan, Kyle and Cartman at Tweek's shop. Fatass is stuffing his face, while Stan and Kyle are texting their respective girlfriends. Speaking of which, they're at the mall, trying to have some "girl time". Cartman takes a sip of his sugar coated hot chocolate before turning to me.

"So, Kinny, looks like you're the only one not texting his girlfriend." He says. He has a point, Stan and Kyle are so antisocial sometimes.

"Still wanna know how the Jew has a girlfriend and I, even though I'm hot, don't." He smirks.

"I guess we learned that "hot" is Cartman's word for "fat"." Kyle laughs as he puts his phone away.

"What the fuck was that meeting that you called yesterday? "Basically guys, we've got no hope, especially you Kahl, stupid Jew." Stan mocked Cartman.

"We have hope guys. Me. Duh." Cartman says. Stan holds back from spitting his coffee out of his mouth and Kyle and I just start laughing hysterically.

"You'd be an excellent meat shield, that's for sure!" I say, making Stan, thankfully having swallowed his hot beverage, start laughing as well. Oh gosh, I'm nearly in tears. Cartman looks like he's about to blow a fuse.

"You know what, screw you guys, I'm going home." He stands up from his poor squashed seat and waddles all the way back to his house. Him, protecting us, BWAHAHAHAHA!

Monday Evening

I hop off the bus just in time to get ready for my second date with Bebe. Where was I? I hid my weapons and equipment behind the cinema that we're heading to tonight. Unlike last time, I'm going to make sure that no bullshit happens, like any explosions or gas attacks, without me having to rush back home to get my stuff.

I arrive back home and I take my parka off. What's the time? I check my watch: 6:47. 13 minutes to get ready. I take out my suit and slide into it. The mask and the cape are in the bag in Denver, as with my grapple gun, the police radio, the laser, the handcuffs and a pack of firecrackers. I cover my suit with my shirt, buttoning it up, making sure there isn't more than 5 holes in it.

I remember Cartman's pointless meeting, which basically told us that all hope was lost, and yada yada yada. He probably wanted to seem like we would turn to him for help if this happened, which I'm sure won't happen. Right? We did fuck with Butters all those years though, especially Cartman. I remember when he trapped him in that bomb shelter just to get to Casa Bonita. Or when he actually, and even for me this makes me sick, PUT HIS DICK INTO BUTTERS' MOUTH. I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCK?! Sure, we haven't been nice to him either, like that time when we dressed him up as a girl just to get our hands on something the girls had. That suit that he had on him in the video, I assume he took inspiration from his weird "Professor Chaos" thing back in elementary. Except, now it's for real. He had that suit one when I threw a shuriken at his eye, and then we dressed him up as a dog to cover up the stuff we did so we wouldn't get in- WAIT A MINUTE!

I pull out a large box from underneath my bed, rummaging through until I find the old shuriken. I barely used it after it went through Butters' eye, actually, that was mainly one of the reasons we stopped playing with those weapons. The other reason was that our parents would literally kill us, WITH THE WEAPONS. This might be risky, as if anything like that ever happened again, it might kill someone. And I don't want to kill anybody during my run as a vigilante. I want to bring justice, not kill my enemies. I realise that I'm wasting time reminiscing about ways we drove Butters mad, so I clip the shuriken onto my belt, before putting my jeans and sneakers on. I head out the door and I start walking to Bebe's house. She's already waiting for me, as I see her wave out from her driveway. She runs up to me, and we start walking to Stan's house, who's our ride yet again. He's totally fine with driving me and Bebe around, as long as I keep giving him, "fun" tips for him and Wendy, and because he has an excuse to get drunk without his parents knowing.

"So, what movie are we watching?" She asks in a flirtatious voice.

"Anything you want, except cheesy romantic flicks. They're soooo cliche." I smile.

We see Stan's car drive up to his, so we hop in.

"I thought you were at your house." I say to him.

"Nah dude, I was dropping Wendy off at some debate thing." He says as I leap in beside Bebe.

"My dad isn't quite pleased about me and you heading into the same city where a terrorist attack happened, but I just managed to convince him, with help from Mom." She says to me, checking her hair with her phone.

"Still have an uneasy feeling though. That fireball was massive. You guys should have saw it. Smoke was just piling up in the sky. Horrendous." Stan recalls the event.

"Still can't believe that was Butters that did that. Cartman's bullshit meeting didn't help." I say.

"Yeah, me and Wendy were having a good day until the whole thing happened." Stan says.

"He's just trying to play "hero" or something. Mysterion has our back, I hope." Bebe says.

Oh, she has no idea.

At the Cinema

"Call or text me when you're ready. I'll be at the usual bar. Have a good time!" Stan waves as he leaves the parking lot. We enter the place, and we check out the movies that are available. Oh right! The new Spider-Man is out!

"Hmm, Spider-Man is tempting. What do you think?" Bebe asks.

"As long as it makes you smile." I say.

"Alrighty then!" She smiles at me. I walk up to the ticket desk and I pay for two tickets to Spider-Man: Homecoming. We receive the tickets and we walk over to the popcorn stand. The line isn't that long, so it doesn't take a while until we're at the front.

"So, salted popcorn for the both of us, large. Coke for you, Fanta for me, and a big packet of M&Ms?" I try to remember what we agreed on.

"Perfect!" She smiles. We get what we want, and it's quite cheap too. Stan with another perfect date suggestion!

Now, what was the screen number again? 5? Yeah, 5. We find a good spot in the middle, and we wait for everyone else to show up. I notice a guy that's dressed in mostly black, and seems a bit nervous. He then takes a look at me, and then Bebe, before taking his seat at the front. I don't know, but I've got a bad feeling about this.

The movie finally starts, and I wrap my shoulder around my beautiful girlfriend. I take a load of popcorn and I stuff it all in my mouth. Bebe giggles a little, before taking a little herself. The man in the front is starting to make me feel uneasy, and he keeps glancing behind him, particularly, at us. I then have a sudden feeling that we're being watched from behind. He then leaves the screen, presumably to go to the bathroom, but I'm not so sure. I'm being too paranoid. All the vigilante work getting to my head. Just enjoy the movie, Kenny. He then returns back to his seat, and that feeling kicks back in. Bebe seems to notice.

"Something wrong?" She whispers into my ear. The man suddenly stands up and fires a pistol at the ceiling. I immediately ditch the popcorn and what not, I grab Bebe and I start rushing to the exit. Everyone else starts hopping over seats in panic to get out of the room. I then hear gunfire from behind me, and it turns out 2 other people brought guns into the theatre. The men start firing into the crowd, and I get separated from Bebe in the chaos. I try and push through, but all I hear are her cries for help, and I see a glance of her being grabbed by one of the men and being pulled back into the theatre before I'm pushed out of the room by the crowd. Anger rushes through my body as I rush to where I hid my equipment. Then I remember what Cartman was saying, and maybe he was right. None of that matters now, as I put on my mask and quickly grapple up to the vents, where I sneak into the theatre myself. I hide in the the darkness of the ceiling, and all I see are the 3 gunmen, and Bebe.

Bebe's PoV

The men surround me, and I feel like this would be the end of my life.

"So, this is the chick the boss wants? Any idea why her in particular?" One man says the other.

"I dunno, something about revenge or something." He replies.

"That doesn't mean we can have a little fun with her first." The other man grins, as they start to walk towards me. Oh no.

Suddenly, a hooded figure who I instantly recognise drops down from the ceiling and begins to fight the guys. He slams one dude into a seat, and disarms another before throwing him at the screen. Mysterion is moving to the other guy before he points his gun at me. He smiles at me, and I truly think that this is it. I close my eyes, but I hear him scream in pain. I open my eyes to see the gun on the ground. I look up to see the gunman clutching his hand, and there's something stuck in it.

A shuriken.

Mysterion's PoV

I threw the shuriken just in time, making him drop the gun. I walk up to him, punch him in the face, and I take the shuriken out of his hand. I then hear laughter from behind me, and I see the man shoot the others in the head, lighting a match, throwing it at the screen, lighting it on fire. He then laughs some more before he kills himself by shooting himself in the head. The fire begins to spread quickly, and I immediately know that I have to get Bebe out of here.

I pick her up in my arms, carrying her to the fire exit. However, something collapses and blocks the exit. Great. I grapple up to the vents, where I got in.

"Crawl through. It'll be safe, I promise." I tell Bebe. She hurriedly crawls through until we reach the roof. The whole place is starting to engulf in flames, and their coming close to the roof. I once again lift Bebe into my arms, and I jump off the roof before it becomes scorched. I use my cape to glide safely down, where a fire truck is already waiting. An ambulance also arrives, and a few cop cars enter the scene. I leave Bebe in the parking lot, who thanks me and starts calling Kenny's name. I quickly grapple away, changing into my normal clothes, before finding her again.

"Holy Shit, I thought you were dead." I embrace her, who hugs me back.

"Mysterion saved me. Hey look, I need to tell the cops!" She points to a cop car near us. We rush to the officer.

"What's wrong, guys?" He asks us.

"This wasn't an accident." She tells them.

"Yes, we know, we got a call regarding some shooting. Do you guys need any medi-" He gets cut off when another officer runs up to him.

"Sir! There's been an explosion!" He tells him. Oh no.

"Where?" He asks.

"The local mall. There's also reports of hostages kidnapped from the scene." He says. Oh no, Butters…

Stan's car quickly pulls up, and me and Bebe rush to him.

"Oh my God. I came as quickly as I could." He says.

"Just get us out of here!" I yell at him.

"Gladly." He says, putting his foot to the pedal and speeding off from the scene.

I comfort Bebe, who's quite shaken from the whole ideal. As I realise why she was left behind.

Butters is after us.

A/N: Oh, the suspense! After listening to "Why So Serious?" from The Dark Knight soundtrack, I got in the mood to write this chapter! Thank you to the two people who followed this story recently, that made my day! Hopefully I can get another chapter out before New Year's, but if not, then Happy New Year to you all!

Thanks for Reading!