I'm back after my second dose of writer's block! Yippee! If you haven't noticed already, I put titles on the chapters, mainly because I thought they looked boring and because my OCD was getting triggered, so yeah.
AnonymousPoet, with the regular reviews that I'm definitely grateful of, yes Clyde is still a little bitch, and how Kenny can protect South Park and Charlotte at the same time? Maybe, the danger follows him… LibertyKarma, I am indeed using Hugh Jackman's brilliant Wolverine as inspiration for my upcoming Coon fic, and I also will be using Sabertooth as an inspiration too. However, this means, I HAVE TO WATCH X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE! NOOOOOOOO. Eh, whatever, I watched The Phantom Menace without throwing up so maybe I can survive this.
Anyway, back to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
The Next Day / Toronto, Canada
Charlotte's PoV
I send the files my boss requested before turning my attention to more college preparation. Man, being an intern for a newspaper company and graduating high school early sure has it's benefits.
"Hey Charlotte, Patricia says she has something for you down at the mail room." My roommate Becky calls to me from the other side of the room.
Oh, that's right, I haven't got my mail today. I put on my shoes before heading out of my apartment, taking the elevator to the lobby.
"Hey Trish, what do you have for me today?" I ask the elderly but kind mail lady.
"Oh, just one thing my dear, let me go get it for you." She says before searching the cabinet of letters behind her. The TV plays on the wall, showing reports about the recent attacks on Denver.
"Here you go, dear." She hands me a sealed, blue envelope. I open it as the news continues to play on the TV. It's an invite to a party…
I know I could have E-Mailed this to you, but I like being old-fashioned. Party at my apartment to celebrate our 100th issue tonight. You can bring a friend if you want.
Head of The Canadian Express - Dylan Johnson.
Well, now I know what I'm doing tonight.
"Oh, those poor people." Trish says while watching the TV. What's on display horrifies me, showing footage of numerous burning buildings, explosions caught on camera, and finally, a hostage video.
"The man who has been described as the main mastermind behind all of this, Leopold Stotch, or as numerous media outlets and citizens call him, Professor Chaos, is still at large." Oh Butters, why did you have to become this monster? The video continues…
"Chaos is coming, and you won't be able to stop it." My former love laughs as the camera cuts back to other news. A single tear runs down my face as I quickly head back to my apartment before Trish sees my face. I burst into tears as I enter my apartment again.
"Oh no, no, no." Becky rushes to me, hugging me.
"It was on TV again, wasn't it, he was, wasn't he?" She finally calms me down after a minute so I could properly answer.
"Why? Why did he have to become this?" I ask her.
"I don't know, but you know what happened to him, all the torment he suffered, all the shit he went through." She says.
"They're had to have been another way." I say.
"Well, the past is the past now, so let's put it behind us. What's that?" She asks me, looking at the envelope in my hand.
"It's an invite, to a party." I say.
"Oh really? From who?" She asks.
"My boss, and guess what, he said I could bring a friend!" I cheer up as we go and try out our dresses.
Meanwhile, in South Park.
Kenny's PoV
I can't believe I have to go all the way to Canada. This might be my toughest mission yet, and I once had to infiltrate City Hall by myself, and even worse, I once helped to pull Cartman free from the toilet after he got his fat ass stuck in there. Goddamn idiot.
Ok, we won't have to stay long because Butters should also be heading to Canada right now, but I will have to leave at night so I people won't think I go missing during the day. When we get there, Yates will tell me where I need to go, so then I can find Charlotte and get her evacuated before Butters reaches her, and hopefully I might be able to capture him once and for all! Maybe I could give him a beating for all the shit he's done! Maybe I could shove that helmet right up his-
"Kenny, can I talk to you for a second?" Karen asks at my door.
"Of course Karen, come in!" I open the door for her.
"Why are you here?" I smile.
"Well, remember that drama group that I joined at the start of the year?" She asks.
"Yeah, you said you would be doing a play or something." I replied.
"Well, the play's next Wednesday! And I have a ticket for you! I would've asked Mom or Dad, but they would probably fight about who would go. So, will you come?"
"Of course I will. I promise." She hugs me before whispering in my ear.
"Thanks Kenny, you're the best." She says.
"Even better than your Guardian Angel?" I joke.
"Yep. Haven't seen him in a while though…" She says before leaving. I need to get her Guardian Angel to visit her more…
Later That Night
Mysterion's PoV
I wait in helicopter with Yates and Mitch, nearing our destination.
"So, where is she anyway? I want this to be nice and smooth." I tell them, but the exchange looks. That can't be good.
"She's going to be at a party tonight, near the CN Tower." He hands me a picture of the building, the top floor circled.
"That is the apartment of the editor for the Canadian Express, Dylan Johnson. He's quite a wealthy man, so the place will be quite large, and packed with people. Do you think you can handle it?" He asks.
"Of course I can." I reply.
"Good. You will be at the top of the CN Tower, and you wait there until we give you the signal. Then you infiltrate the party, and get Charlotte out by any means necessary. If things go rough, we'll have the helicopter on standby to get her through one of the windows." Yates explains the plan.
"And if Chaos even thinks of coming to this party, I'm kicking the shit out of him and taking him straight to the slammer." I say with a growl.
Charlotte's PoV
Becky and I knock on Dylan's door, which eventually opens to reveal the man dressed in black, with blonde hair combed to the side, and welcoming smile on his face.
"I'm glad you could make it Carol, and I assume this is the friend that you brought?" He asks as we enter the packed apartment.
"My name's Charlotte, and yes, this is my roommate." I gesture to Becky.
"Becky, nice to meet you." My roommate introduces herself to my boss.
"To you too. Well, I hope you enjoys yourselves, so I'll see you around. Have a great night!" He says before walking off to some of his more high-profile guests.
"Hey, I'm hungry, do you think this guy has a snack bar around here or something?" Becky asks.
"Well, we could start over there." I point to a crowd gathered around a, you guessed it, a FOOD TABLE. God, Becky can be so dumb sometimes, but she's a great friend.
"Oh, I am such a dingus." She slaps herself in the forehead.
"Haha! Come on, let's get some food." We walk to the food table.
"I swear, whoever made this, I wanna just give them a great big hug." My favourite ginger says as she stuffs her mouth with chicken bites.
"Girl, you can literally get them at KFC like, ALL THE TIME." I laugh.
"They aren't as good as this though!" She says as we look out the window.
"Do you think we should ever go to the top of that thing?" She asks me.
"I don't know. I always did want to visit the top of the CN Tower though." We look at the structure in amazement. I wonder what the view is like from the top, especially at night…
Mysterion's PoV
"Alright, I'm at the top of the CN Tower, and it is some view up here." I gaze at the beautiful city skyline, looking at the streets bathed in light, and the building's on the horizon.
"What about the view from down there? Have you found her yet?" I radio Yates, who's in the helicopter not too far away from here.
"I've got nothing. All I see are a bunch of people in suits and dresses. Wait, I think I have something. Yep, that's her. She's in a blue dress, her hair is sort of curled at the ends and she's a brunette." He describes her appearance.
"Alright, give me the signal and I'll glide in there and get her." I say.
"Alright, just- wait, something's happening." He says through the radio.
"What, what is it? What's going on Yates?!" I demand an answer.
Charlotte's PoV
We watch as Dylan stands up on a little podium.
"Hello, everyone, may I have your attention!" He says to us as we all turn around to him.
"As you all know, we are gathered here today to celebrate our company's wonderful milestone. Ever since we began last year, we have went from a small newspaper to a regional giant. We are here to celebrate the 100th issue of the Canadian Express!" Everyone begins to give a round of applause.
"This wouldn't be possible, without each and every one of you. So give yourselves another round of applause!" He says and we all start clapping again.
"And let's hope we have the same success for the next hundred!" He raises his glass before the door bursts open. A bunch of men with guns burst in, and this one man in a turquoise suit and a metal helmet shoots at Dylan. Everyone starts to scream, but the gunmen quickly take control, shooting the ceiling and forcing everyone to be quiet.
"God, I hate the media." The man in the helmet shoots Dylan in the head, instantly killing him. Oh no, I recognise his face. Butters.
I silently move to the back, trying to keep out of Butters' view or any of his henchmen's view.
"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen! Now, first off, I would love to congratulate you guys on the whole 100 issues of complete bullshit, that must have taken some effort to pull off, however, I am not here for that, or for this party. Can anybody tell me if anybody here knows a Charlotte?" He asks, before taking a glass of champagne, drinking half of it and then dropping the glass on Dylan's dead body.
"Found her!" I hear a gunman behind me, turn around, but I get pushed to the centre of the room.
"Hello my dear!" Butters comes up to me and hugs me.
"Get off of me! You, you monster." I back away from him.
"Monster? Sure, I shot a few guys, and killed a lot more, but I got all dressed up for ya! How do you like the helmet? Nice, ain't it?" He asks.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" I ask him.
"A LOT HAS GOTTEN INTO ME SINCE WE LAST MET SWEETIE." He screams, taking me by surprise. Butters would never shout like that.
"You wanna know, what happened to me, do you?" He comes closer to me and grabs a knife. He then grabs my face and holds the knife to my neck.
"Let go." I quietly urge him but he seems to ignore my request.
"I remember it like it was yesterday. You see, my father wasn't very nice, you knew that, so when he wanted to split us up for good, I finally stood up to him. He tried to hit me, tried to hit his own child! Do you believe that?" He says.
"Butters, I'm sorry for what they did." He ignores me again.
"So, wanna know what I did? I took a knife and stabbed it through his hand. I then proceeded to pour a little special something I cooked up for him earlier, onto his crotch. I burnt his balls with acid! Hahahaha! It was hilarious! You should have seen the look on his face! The pain, that he fucking deserved!" I couldn't believe what he was saying, what he did to his own father.
"Mommy didn't like that though, and she tried to pull a gun on me, so I took the rest of the acid and threw it at her slutty, little, face. I made her cry out as she was burnt to death. And finally, I took the gun, and ended my father's long-awaited misery, with a single shot to the head." He ends his graphic, horrific description of the night he murdered his parents.
"You know what's funny? I never heard of you ever again, until tonight. You didn't seem to care about what happened to me, and I find that pretty funny." He says, tightening his grip on his knife.
"Butters, that's not true.." I say, but he ignores me.
"So…" He gestures with the knife like a violin's bow, with my throats as the strings.
"Sir, there's something approaching the window." One of his henchmen say, luckily interrupting us. Suddenly a black figure bursts through the window, tackling him before striking him with his own shotgun, seemingly knocking him out.
"Every damn time…" Butters says as he releases his grip on my, charging at the figure.
Mysterion's PoV
I watch as Chaos attempts to rush me, but I dodge his knife strike and punch him in the gut, before spinning around and kicking him in the chest, knocking him across the floor. I then notice Charlotte standing there, but before I could get to her, I'm getting shot at by 3 other gunmen. I quickly throw firecrackers on the ground and start dragging them into the smoke. I break one man's arm, kicking him into another gunman, before knocking him out with a right punch. One left. I jump out of the smoke, tackling him to the ground, before picking him up, slamming him into a nearby wall, and knocking him out with a curb stomp. I then shoot at one of the windows, giving me enough space to get Charlotte out of here.
Everyone starts running around screaming, and in the panic, I manage to find Charlotte.
"Who are you?" She asks me.
"The guy that's getting you out of here, follow me." I drag her to the window, where the helicopter is waiting. I then grapple to the inside, taking her with me, and strapping her in.
"I'm going back in." I tell Yates and Mitch who are in the pilot seats.
"What, why?" He asks.
"Chaos is in there, and I'm getting that son of a bitch out too." I grapple back inside the building, trying to get through the crowds of people.
"Show yourself Butters!" I shout to the crowd.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" I scream, before feeling something sharp penetrate my neck.
"Here." I hear someone whisper in my ear before turning around, seeing Chaos, with a syringe stuck in my neck.
"Come on Mysterion, sleep." He says to me, and I start to feel dizzy.
"No, no I can't." I say.
"It's okay to give up, so just rest for me will you?" He whispers.
"Never…" I groan as I collapse to the floor.
"Go, to, sleep!" His laughter is the last thing I hear before everything turns to black.
A/N: Oh deary me. Cliffhanger! This is where the story will start to turn a bit dark, I'm just warning you. Reviews will be greatly appreciated, as with favourites and follows, as I really love the support. A new chapter should hopefully be out quicker than this one was, and we are sadly approaching the end of this story. But not for a while yet. And, as always…
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