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AnonymousPoet, thank you for your regular reviews, and yes, it will be a long four years. Psycho, I never even noticed that comparison! Great job spotting that! And King Guest or Guestlandia, thank you for saying my idea is actually semi-decent! I don't really see that many Kenny/Bebe pairings, so I figured I'd be the odd one out (not the first time) and try something new! Also, my OCD gets triggered when I don't see a pair without the same hair colour.
Anyway, back to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
City Hall
Mysterion's PoV
Professor Chaos held his gun and aimed it at my forehead, his mouth locked in a horrific grin. We stood in a deadlock for nearly a minute before he finally lowered his gun and his smile turned into a cocky smirk.
"Nah." He said, laughing a bit.
"I'm not going to kill you yet. I will, eventually, but I want to savour it, I want to know that I have truly broken you, and then, my delusional vigilante, then you have my permission to die." He said in a more serious tone.
"However, until then, I'm going to have lots of fun with you." He went back to a more cheerful yet creepy manner.
"Starting, right about now." He smiled before turning his gun to his hostage and shooting him in the crotch, making him scream in agony. He walks up to him, kicking him to the ground, before holding a knife to his neck.
"Don't even think about moving." He tells me as two of his henchmen hold their knives tight towards their respective hostages' necks, while the rest aim their guns at me.
"What's your naaaame." Butters asks the crying, bleeding man.
"J-Jack!" He screams out in pain once more.
"So, Jack, your saviour is right in front of you. He has the chance to save you, but he isn't fully convinced. So, what I want you to do, is to beg, and I mean BEG, for Mysterion to save your life." He whispers to Jack.
"P-Please, Mysterion. P-P-Please s-save me! P-PLEASE M-MYSTERION!" He cries for mercy. I can't do anything to help. He's helpless. I'm powerless to do anything. And Butters is making me suffer his pain too.
"Don't, do, this!" I yell. Chaos shakes his head, moving his knife slowly along his soon-to-be victim's neck.
"Tell my wife, that I l-love her!" Jack screams before Butters smiles in delight.
"Oh, believe me, I will!" He laughs.
"No, DON'T!" I beg one more time before he slits his hostage's throat, causing him to collapse to the ground in a pool of blood. I clench my fists in anger.
"You didn't have to do that!" I scream at him in fury.
"Oh, no, I didn't. But I wanted to!" He giggles before skipping around the room.
"All this seriousness is boring me. I wonder what's on television!" He turns on a nearby TV, skipping through the channels.
"No, no, ugh MTV is still a thing? No, no way! Ah, here we go!" He turns the TV towards me, showing the news channel.
"If you are just joining us, the press conference that was held for the vigilante Mysterion has been hijacked and is possibly a hostage situation after terrorists infiltrated City Hall and blocked all entrances and exits to the building. There are reports of the vigilante remaining in the building, putting the vigilante's trust into even more serious doubt. Police cars have surrounded the place, and remember, this is the second time in a year that City Hall has been taken over. Reports of the Mayor of Denver being escorted to safety has been confirmed, and he will be speaking shortly." Butters switches off the TV before running back to the centre of the room.
"That got boring. God, this whole situation is getting boring! You, not allowed to move without bullets being shot into those poor people's heads, me, just running about doing whatever I want. Hey, isn't this a press conference?" He asks.
"May I ask some questions? Or even better, you can interview me! How about we ask each other questions? What a lovely idea, ISN'T IT?!" He screams at his henchmen, who all nod immediately. He then drags two chairs and a table towards me.
"So, shall we commence the interview?" He smiles with glee before sitting down. I reluctantly sit down on the other side of the table.
"So, you talk first, I talk first?" He asks. I just glare at him.
"Alright then. Why do you wear that mask? Are you trying to be emo or something?" He giggles.
"I wear the mask to protect the ones I love." I reply in a growl.
"And that's your problem. You have a weakness. You're loved ones, is your, WEAKNESS. I, have no weakness. That is what makes me superior to you, and every other pathetic criminal out there. Do you really think I care if I blow up a skyscraper filled with people? No, no, no. These people deserve to see what life is truly like for us. Sure, I loved someone once, but do you think they loved me back? NOPE. Throughout my life, I was treated unfairly, by EVERYONE. The thing with chaos, is that it's fair. It's fair to the people like me. Because the people like you look down on the people like me, you think we are worthless." He says.
"And to make yourself feel better you kill for fun? How does that make you feel like you are worth something you twisted fuck. You're garbage who terrorises people for some pathetic idea you have." I spit at him.
"Again with the hero talk! You think these people will just accept you? You're a freak to them. Just like how I'm a monster to them. You see, you're their "Symbol of Justice", but when you make one little mistake that costs something big, they'll turn on you. When you don't owe anything to them, they'll cast you out. I don't terrorise people for this "pathetic" idea that I have. I fight against the establishment, the status quo. Heck, you're breaking the law just to catch low-life criminals, by wearing a mask and jumping off rooftops. You say you're not a hero, so if you're not a hero then what are you? If you say "Symbol of Justice", then is vigilantism really justice?" Chaos sneers.
"I've been fighting a one-man war against crime that YOU have caused. After what you did two years ago, these people deserved justice for the crap that has been going on. And I will make sure that you get MORE than you deserve." I growl under my mask. Butters seems unfazed by my threats, and simply smiles.
"Yes, you have been fighting a war against crime, and you want to know why it still exists? Because the establishment is flawed. If this world served true justice, then I would have never suffered. If this world served true justice then the police would have been able to stop my little crusade no problem. But you see, justice has never been served properly until now." He explains.
"Then what does this have to do with the citizens of South Park. Why do you keep targeting those children?" I ask.
"You think I'm going to let years of bullying and torment slide? No no. They will suffer like I had. Their freedom will be taken away, just like mine's was that day I killed my parents. Everything they have put me through will rebound at them. No matter how many times you save them, I will make sure their fate lies in my hands. And as for you. I will make this world turn to chaos before I even think of ending your suffering." He says coldly.
"Don't do this Butters. There has to be some good in you. Even with the things you've done, everyone deserves a second chance." I try to sway him back to the path of the light.
"A second chance?! They had their chances, many times. Especially that fat kid, I'll gut him like a fish. You see, they all had the childhood I was never given. I bet the same thing happened to you, too. Not everybody had popularity, money, and loving parents." I clench my fists again after his last words.
"You see, everyone's lives seem to be so damn perfect! Just because you have everything doesn't mean you can look down on others who don't! Soon this world will see what it's like to live like us!" He yells, and this is where I snap. I grab him and pull him over the table, bringing him face to face with my scowl.
"You think that everybody has perfect lives? Everyone feels protected? Maybe some people have less than you thought! WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM?" I shout in his face. I then glance over at his henchmen, who have their knives closer to the hostages neck than ever. I set Chaos down back on his seat, but he kicks it away and stands up to me. An idea pops into my head, but I need to get him distracted.
"You said you once loved someone. So, are you really doing this to cause chaos, or are you doing this because after you killed your parents, Charlotte disowned you." I snap. He seems taken by surprise by this, but he soon regains his composure.
"That bitch never loved me back, and soon enough she will get what she deserves. Just like everyone else in that pathetic little mountain town." He turns away talking to himself about how he'll destroy South Park. Meanwhile, I light a lone firecracker behind my back.
"Hmm, I wonder how I could kill the bitch. Maybe by dropping her into a life-sized paper-shredder, or maybe boiled alive in acid, or maybe even- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He yells as I roll the firecracker towards the hostage-taking henchmen. It explodes in their faces, distracting them and giving me a smoke advantage. I swiftly move to disarm the two henchman, before smashing their heads together, knocking them out. I move to the other three, dodging their bullets as I knock their guns out of their hands, slamming one into the back of a henchman's head, knocking him out. I deal with the last two by breaking one's arm and slamming his head into a wall, knocking him out, and by using my cape to stun the remaining gunman, allowing me to hand multiple blows to his midsection before punching his head into the ground, knocking him out.
And then there were two.
I slowly advance towards Chaos, pounding my fists together as I do, but suddenly the door gets blown open and a bunch of gunmen come in, unfortunately, not SWAT.
"And that would be game! Don't even think of following me Mysterion." He warns.
"What's stopping me?!" I yell in anger.
"You really think I was going to allow you an easy escape? No, no. There's always a catch. You see, I've had enough of South Park's number one couple as of late, but I do think that they should go out in a bang! Hehehe!" I realise who he's talking about.
"As soon as I leave, you have 10 minutes to find and rescue them. If you dare leave this building until I'm at least 500m away from this building, if anybody tries to peruse me, and if anybody attempts to help you find them, they die immediately. Anyway, it has been a fun night, but I must go. Ta-ta for now!" He laughs before running away with his gunmen. I try to remember what Stan told me earlier in the week.
"Hey, man, if you're looking for a driver for any more date nights this week, I can't be of much help. I'm going to be helping Wendy with some youth debate preparation at Denver's Community Centre for the rest of the week. I hope that's fine with you man."
I radio Yates immediately.
"Tell your men to not engage Chaos. He's giving me the chance to save two more hostages, and yes, they are both teenagers from South Park. Do not even think about helping my either, who you will have to deal with two sets of extremely upset parents. Tell me when they are 500m away, and then I'll have to move quickly."
"Alright, but do you have time to tell me what happened in there?" He asks.
"No, I only have 5 minutes. I'll explain later."
"Alright… He's gone now." I clip my radio to my belt and I rush to my bike that's parked nearby. I rev my engine and I hurtle down the road towards the community centre. It takes about two minutes if I take the quickest route, which gives me 3 minutes to get them out.
I finally arrive and I rush inside. What meets my eyes is horrific. I see Wendy and Stan gagged and tied to two chairs, right in the middle of a shit ton of oil barrels. I rush to their aid, looking at a timed bomb that says 1 minute. I ungag both of them and I cut their ties with my shuriken.
"Get out of here!" I order them. However, Wendy falls to the ground, struggling to get up.
"Someone broke her leg when she struggled to be kidnapped." Stan explains. I immediately pick her up.
"I've got her, now go!" We sprint out of the building and just clear of the blast zone before the whole building blows up, creating a gigantic smoke cloud forming from the blazing building.
"They're safe, now get an ambulance to Denver Community Centre, and a bunch of cops." I radio Yates.
"Everything will be alright." I assure Stan and Wendy, but the thing that haunts me is that I'm not so sure.
A/N: God, I'm so tired writing this. It's so close to midnight where I live, so I better make this quick. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please leave a review because I would love some feedback. And as always,
Thanks for Reading!