Hello! I kept my promise about uploading before Wednesday's out! Anonymous, I do hope that America will survive, but considering Trump quoted BANE, especially since Bane's speech was given just before they TOOK OVER GOTHAM AND NEARLY BLEW IT UP, America's fucked.

As for the person claiming to be RandomWriter- I don't give a fuck what your name is, I'm not going to delete your review, because what I'm about to say next might not make sense to new viewers, and they might think I'm being crazy again. First off, if you are that Ric guy, maybe you should stop copying other people's story ideas and turning them into pieces of shit. Second of all, you say I'm acting like a big shot, when you come over on to my story as a GUEST account, and you insult me. Like I said before, I take constructive criticism, not pathetic insults. And to the glorious Guest that pointed this asswipe out, I'm actually not basing it off the entire Dark Knight trilogy, however I am using elements from it, like in this chapter.

Anyway! Back to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

The Next Day

"Good Day Colorado!" The main host said.

"Yes, Colorado, good day! Anyway, after last night's interesting events unfolded, everyone is feeling mixed emotions when the Mayor just announced that the vigilante MYSTERION, is giving a press conference tonight!"

"Yes, that's right. Out of all the people in the world, a vigilante is going to give a press conference! Unbelievable!"

"People hope for answers from the vigilante, but can we really trust him right now? He hasn't stopped this cold hearted terrorist yet, so he'll better have some explanation."

"Indeed. Many people are expected to tune in, since this is a one-of-a-kind event that will happen in Denver City Hall later tonight!"

"Extra security is expected however, considering the extremely high threat level tonight's event might be! Anyway, moving on to our next story about a brave little cat who-" The television's screen shatters as a knife gets thrown into the centre of the fragile set.

Across the room, a man in a turquoise/dark green suit sits in a chair with two gunmen guarding behind, spinning a gun around his finger.

"Interesting." He says, before setting down the gun on a nearby table. The man then picks up a helmet, putting it on before smiling deviously.

Kenny's PoV

Oh, what am I doing?! Why did I agree to this? Was this because of some hidden anger? Why would I endanger myself, and many other reporters! Hmm, but if I don't show up, I'll be more untrustworthy than ever. Oh, I am so fucked.

Suddenly my phone rings, and I am delighted to see who the caller is: Bebe.

"Hey Bebe!" I answer, flipping my phone open.

"Hey Ken! So, I was wondering, my parents are going away for the next few days, so do you want to come to my place tonight?" She says in a sexy, seductive whisper. Oh yeah, you parents had to be gone, TONIGHT! I hit myself in the head in annoyance before answering back.

"I would love to, and believe me when I say I would LOVE to, but I have to finish this job tonight. I am so sorry." I say.

"Oh, well, I guess it's fine, you do need the money I suppose…" She says in a disappointed tone.

"Hey, I'm free tomorrow night though. Are you parents away for longer than one night?" I ask with a smile on my face.

"Yes, yes, in fact they are! I'll see you tomorrow night then?" She asks.

"It's a date!" I say in triumph.

"Oh please, it'll be more than just a date." She giggles.

"Alright then, looking forward to it! I got to go now, okay? See you soon Bebe!"

"Bye Ken!" She hangs up. God, please let there be no bullshit tomorrow? Thank you for listening.

Later That Night

Sgt. Yates' PoV

"God, damn! There's a whole fucking crowd out here with signs and everything! You would think, if there was a high terror threat people would rather be staying indoors where it's safe than showing up at a press conference being held for a FUCKING VIGILANTE!" I rant to Mitch, who just sits with me in the back seat, chuckling away.

"Calm down man, this night will go just fine! Security around this place is always tight, but tonight it's tripled due to this threat! If anything happened, we will be able to stop it with one swift iron first to the fucker's face! Trust me, everything will go as planned." Mitch assures me.

We get out of the car, with a number of people screaming at us, but others are cheering for us too. We expected the Mayor of Denver, but we are just met with his two aides at the doorways of the City Hall. And to think, nearly 7 months ago, we were watching Mysterion save the Mayor after he was pushed off the roof by that sick bastard Trent Boyett. Hopefully nobody will break him out of a maximum security prison anytime soon.

Me and Mitch wait on the steps of City Hall, as a helicopter hovers above the government building. Spotlights are soon turned onto it, as crowds start becoming raucous. A figure jumps out of the helicopter, accelerating his fall to the ground before landing softly on the bottom of the steps of a City Hall. Mysterion was here.

He looked back at the crowds behind us, with some of the cheering and taking pictures, while others were booing and waving their signs saying "You're a criminal too!" and "Symbol of Justice? More like Symbol of Terror!". He turns back and gently shakes his head before climbing the steps to the entrance, where we finally head inside the building.

"There's lots of people here. I don't like it." He mutters.

"That's what you get for calling a press conference… and arriving to it dressed like that." I chuckle.

"Whatever, let's get this over and done with." He groans as we head into the conference room. This is going to be a long night.

Mysterion's PoV

"So, do I go now or what?" I ask Yates as we stand behind the curtain. God I'm such a fucking idiot.

"What? Yes of course you do! Have you ever even been at a press conference before? No, of course you haven't. Whatever, just get out there!" He whisper-yells at me.

I walk out to the podium where my eyes meet with a number of reporters that are in the room. They immediately stand up and start firing questions at me, but soon they are hushed down by security guards near me and the two cops. The security guards aren't the only ones here though. There's about 10 armed masked security officers at the back of the room and along the sides, and this is the part where I just noticed the camera.

"Alright, I believe that Mr, um, Mysterion will be answering questions now." Mitch says into the mic. All the reporters start asking for my opinion before I finally settle on this calm, female blonde reporter, and I point my finger at her.

"Oh, um me? Okay. Mysterion, you have been a vigilante for nearly 10 months. You have put away numerous criminals, and you even stopped an attempt on the Mayor's life by yourself, and that situation had numerous hostages. So how have you not caught this disgusting murderer yet?" She asks with a demanding tone.

"What we are dealing with is something different from Trent Boyett and the criminals that I have put away with. The reason that we have yet to catch this monster is becau-" I get cut off by this young, scruffy looking journalist.

"It's because you are helping him! You are an outlaw! Why should we be putting our citizens in the hands of this vigilante! Why is this stupid government not arresting you right now!" He arrogantly screams at me. Security guards quickly move in to remove him from the room, but I motion to them to stop.

"Don't, I'll answer his questions after I answer this young lady's question first. We haven't caught him because he is different from Boyett and the criminals I usually face. He doesn't seem to have a common motive, other than causing "chaos". This factor is making him unpredictable, and after an interrogation conducted personally by myself and myself ALONE, I managed to find out that he never stays in the one place at the same time for long amounts of time, adding to the unpredictability. As for this man's questions, I would never help him, or anyone conduct these terrorist attacks. You consider me an outlaw right now, but before when there was no random terrorist attacks, you let me clean up your streets without a problem. So why did you let me do this for so long up until now?" I throw back in his face. He stays silent with a shocked look at his face before slumping back in his seat in defeat.

"Next question?" I ask the reporters. Yet again they begin to shout at me, before I point my finger at this smart looking male reporter.

"Thank you, Mysterion. So, why have you called this press conference tonight?" He asks.

"Simple, to let you know what the situation is, and to let you know that you can trust me." I answer.

"Next-" He cuts me off.

"But that's the thing, you say that you called this so we can trust you, but why are you doing this now? Why didn't you do this at the start of your career of crime-fighting? Or after the City Hall Hostage crisis when you were legally declared no longer a criminal? It doesn't make any sense to me." He spits.

"You don't understand what I've had to-" He cuts me off again. Arrogant prick.

"No, you don't understand. Why are you calling this when you could be beating up some low-life on the streets, what's in it for you, hero?" I start to ignore him when I begin to notice some guards leaving the room, and suddenly the armed guards at the back are gone. Yates suddenly whispers something in my ear.

"A van just parked outside, and the guards are checking it out." He whispers.

"Get you and Mitch out of here. I'll end this." I order them, and they reluctantly leave.

"Well, aren't you going to answer my question, hero? Or do you just want us to believe you are a hero?" He sneers, and that sets me off.

"I'M NOT A HERO." I declare, and the crowd of reporters look at me, shocked and confused.

"I'm not a hero. I never was, and I never will be. 10 months ago I decided that it was time for someone to do something about this. I took this up as my own personal crusade, after it nearly affected those who I love. You think I did this for fame and attention? I did this because the good people of this city, and of South Park, were too scared to do anything. And I don't blame them. With all of the crap that has happened in the last few years, I certainly do not blame them. Becoming Mysterion was my decision, and my decision alone. I never wanted to become someone who held later felt responsibility of the atrocities that have occurred in the past few weeks. I wanted to take a stand, because nobody else did. So, let me say this again, to make myself clear to you. I am not, a hero." I finish my little speech in front of the crowd of reporters. Suddenly, one begins to clap, followed soon, by everyone else.

Soon, the entire crowd is giving a standing ovation, by this time, some of the guards come in too. Good looks like the situation was sorted out. Wait a minute, there was about 10 guards, so why did only 6 come back?

Suddenly, half guards open fire on the security behind me, and then on the crowd of reporters. Two of the remaining three then grab 2 hostages, and they drag a third to the last guard, who's just staring at me. The guards then shoot the cameras, and the one that was staring at me walks up to one of the wounded reporters lying on the ground. He takes off his helmet and mask, revealing a sick smile before he shoots the crying reporter in the head, killing him immediately. He then turns to me, revealing all of his face, and anger overcomes me.

"You!" I shout in fury.

"Me!" He walks closer to me as his henchmen barricade the doors.

"It's so nice to finally meet in you in person, Mysterion."

Butters, now known to the public as "Professor Chaos" smiles before he points his pistol at my head.

A/N CLIFFHANGER! And pretty much nothing else to say! Please review this story as I want to know how badly I fuck up, and thank you to those who recently favorited and followed this story! Hopefully I will have the next chapter up by this time next week, and as always…

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