WARNING! This chapter, it's a long one, so I'm pretty sure you should skip this long intro author's note. Unless you posted a review the last time I posted a chapter, or if you want to read it, go ahead.
Here we go, this is finally it! The last chapter!
Final time I'll be mentioning reviews on this story, PsychoSpaceCat, it's fine, cause I can see how you can confuse the cinema attack for a direct attack on Kenny too. The First Glorious Guest, I honestly thought I made it kind of cringy xD. To The Yelpers, thank you for saying this is one of the best stories you have ever read, and I hope this ending lives up to your expectations. To the Second Glorious Guest, I might not make this too bloody, because of the rating, and I'm also saving the brutality for my next superhero fanfic (wink wink nudge nudge). Anonymous, again, thank you for the regular review, and yes, yes she did. To the Third Glorious Guest from Chapter One, thank you, I honestly thought I didn't do that great, but I'm glad someone thinks I did. And to the final Glorious Guest, I have seen Logan (it was fucking awesome) and I am saving the brutality for my next project, as stated before. To the Continuity Error Alert, thank you for assuring me that I didn't screw that up as much as the X-Men timeline. Speaking of X-Men, The Driver, I'm glad you noticed that and yes it was inspired by X-Men Days of Future Past! And I never watch Daredevil, so I can't really draw a comparison.
Anyway, you don't want to hear me drone on, you want to read the final chapter! So here we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
The Next Day
Sgt. Yates' PoV
"Now, please welcome, the Mayor of Denver!" We all applaud as he comes out to the audience of reporters and journalists.
"Thank you, thank you! Now, in light of recent events, I am sure you are all wondering what WE, are doing to stop this madman, known to the public as 'Professor Chaos'. Now, I know what you are thinking, "How the hell did he get a PhD?"". Everyone snickers a bit, while I just mentally facepalm at the Mayor's "joke".
"All jokes aside now. This psychopath has been terrorising our great city, and our great citizens. We ended up putting our trust in a vigilante instead of our police force, and the results were catastrophically against our favour. Our clock tower is now a remnant of terrorism, hundreds dead because of this sick, delusional madman, and now we are in our darkest hour. Trusting the vigilante known as "Mysterion" was a terrible idea, so to bring more light on the situation, the Police Chief of South Park, Sergeant Harrison Yates." Everyone applauds as I take to the podium.
"Good morning everyone. Of course, we made a terrible mistake in trusting the vigilante Mysterion, one which we cannot, and will not make again. As of now, all vigilantism is outlawed and the suspect known as "Mysterion" is now, once again, a fugitive. Also, we have put more effort into building up both South Park's and Denver's police forces, so that we can all protect you. Any questions?" I explain and ask. A few reporters put their hands up.
"Yes, you at the back?" I ask the lady in white at the back.
"Hi, my name is Sally, and I wanted to know why you were doing this now, instead of earlier on?" She asks.
"That is a good question. We're doing it now because we have evidence to prove that Mysterion him, or her, self was responsible for the destruction of a local police station and the clock tower's destruction. Any more questions?" I ask. I choose a man near the front, in a brown suit.
"Hello there, my name is David and in response to your answer, I wanted to ask, were you too late to do this?" He asks. I think about it for a minute, remembering Mitch was one of the people killed…
"Yes, I do think we were too late for this. But, we can learn from our mistakes. Any more questions?" I ask. I choose a reporter in the middle.
"Hi, my name is Sarah and I want to ask two questions, if that's okay? Alright, first question, you admit that letting Mysterion work with you was a mistake?" She asks.
"Yes, I admit to that. And your second question?" I ask.
"Well, since you think letting a VIGILANTE work with you, who ended up turning on you, why should we trust the police force to bring down this psychopath when they didn't even know they were working with one?" She asks. I think about this for a second.
"The Mayor has been putting in record funding for us to solve this situation, and I will assure you, we will take this madman down, whatever it takes." I tell her, who sits down with a sceptical look on her face.
"Any more questions?" I say and nearly everyone stands up, waving their notepads and hands in the air. Oh boy.
After the Meeting
I'm walking down the steps of City Hall as I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I turn around, and see the face of Mayor McDaniels.
"Nice work with the questions, sarge." She says in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, like you would have done better." I mutter.
"You don't think any of this feels fishy do you? Like Mysterion being in the same building as the detonator, but you haven't really seen any signs that would lead him to be affiliated with Stotch?" She asks me.
"Whatever the fuck happened in there, he pressed the button, he's the one that killed a load of people near that clock tower, in the police station…" My voice gets quieter as I mention the station.
"Harry, don't let the loss of your partner cloud your judgement. I personally don't think Mysterion did that, and we both know that this Professor can drive people crazy with a simple injection. I think you should head back there, see if you can find anything." She says.
"What good would that do?" I ask her.
"I saw the tapes, he was strapped in a chair, then he tried to struggle free, and then PUNCHED a button, you think doesn't seem a bit strange to you?" She says.
"You still have faith in him?" I ask her.
"At this point, we all need faith in SOMETHING, Harry." She says.
"Oh yeah? Well where the fuck is Mysterion now? He hasn't shown up since the two buildings ghost blown to smithereens." I tell her.
"Maybe he has his own problems to deal with." She says before walking off to her car. I head off to mine and get in the driving seat.
"God help where ever he fucking is." I say, before driving off.
Kenny's PoV
I continue to run past the trees, hopping over a fallen branch, and I can see a glimpse of the pond. I full on sprint to the edge of the water, coming to an abrupt stop as I slide my feet along the snow until I halt at the end of the water, completely out of breath.
"How, -cough-, How did I do?" I ask Bebe, who is holding a stopwatch with an impressed look on her face.
"You managed to get from your house at the edge of town to here in 4 minutes and 37 seconds, which is under the 5 minute target!" She says before hugging me, and handing me a bottle of water.
"You know, when I allowed you to help me train for this shit, I never expected you would have me run all the way across the town." I tell her, taking a sip out of the bottle.
"Well, you don't exactly want to be a snail when you have to reach Butters in a hurry, now do you?" She asks.
"I literally have a motorcycle, a grappling hook and a cape that allows me to glide through the air. Why the hell would I need to run?" I laugh.
"Just in case! Remember, you have to expect the unexpected from this dude. Now come on, let's get back to your place, we haven't even started yet." She says as we leave Stark's Pond.
"Well, as long as we don't have to sprint, then Yes Ma'am." I say.
At Kenny's House
"Do you really have to lie down on my back?" I ask Bebe as she lays on my body.
"Yep. You have to do 100 push ups, with me on your back, in 2 minutes. Ready?" She asks.
"I guess." I reply.
"Then GO!" She shouts and I start my push-ups. Jesus, I didn't expect her to be this heavy, but I guess I'm fine for now. I ease through the hundred push-ups, and Bebe stops her stopclock.
"How did I do?" I ask her.
"You did that, in a minute. Wow." She says, impressed.
"I think we should take a break, get something to eat since we've been training for 3 hours now." I tell her, and I head inside to take a look at the fridge. Not much, I guess we can eat some poptarts and drink some water.
"Will poptarts do?" I ask her.
"Yeah, sure, or…" She takes out a full packet chocolate chip cookies from her backpack.
"Oh, I love you." I say, tearing open the packet.
"So, what should we do next?" I ask her while I stuff a cookie into my mouth.
"Maybe some shuriken aiming practice?" She asks. A thought suddenly pops into my head.
"You know, I never thought that one shuriken would be enough, and I believe that now is the time to get a few more." I tell her.
"How could you get more? You're not old enough to buy weapons like that, and I think you need a permit or something." She says.
"Hmm, I think I know a place where we can make some of our own." I say to an interested Bebe.
At Night
I'm not in costume tonight, but I brought the essentials: grapple gun, my current shuriken, a flashlight, a paper clip and a laser pointer. Me and Bebe arrive outside the school, which is thankfully empty, and we head to the front door.
"Why the hell are we breaking into school?" She asks me.
"I remember that there are a few sheets of metal in shop class, and maybe I could put them to good use." I say as I jam the paper clip into the lock.
"You know how to lock pick?" She asks me.
"And I know a whole lot more." I say as I get the door open. I turn on the flashlight and we make our way to the shop classrooms. I use the laser pointer to confuse the security cameras as we locate the classroom. We head inside, and turn on the lights, revealing a room full of machinery, and most importantly, there are sheets of metal at the side of the room.
"And this won't alert anyone that we're here." She asks.
"I know what I'm doing. It's not like I haven't got an A in this class." I reply with a smirk on my face as I hand Bebe my shuriken.
"Hand me a sheet of metal with about the same thickness as this shuriken as I try and get this thing started up." I point to a machine that seems like a bandsaw. I get the whole thing plugged in, and I do a quick test with a small piece of wood, and sure enough, it works.
"Would this be alright?" Bebe says as she hands me a fairly large sheet of metal, with about the same thickness as the shuriken.
"This'll do nicely. Alright, hand me some goggles, I'm gonna try and cut 9 more of these out." I say, as she hands me a pair of goggles. I cut the new shuriken out with the bandsaw, leaving me with a rough version of them.
"Wow, I never thought I would help make weapons with a vigilante." Bebe says, as she helps me to sand down the edges of each shuriken.
After about 2 and a half hours of working on these, we finally get them finished. All we need now are a few finishing touches, so I take a can of spray paint and I spray paint each shuriken black, so I can hide them a bit better when they are on my belt. To test them, I line up a piece of plywood on the wall, and I throw each shuriken at it. As expected, they work perfectly, so Bebe and I get rid of all evidence that we are here, and leave the school.
"Hey, Kenny, last year, when I first found out that Clyde was cheating on me, you cheered me up as Mysterion. You said that I should stand up for myself, and that I was beautiful. That Mysterion is the Mysterion I want everyone to remember, the one that inspires people, so please, don't use these weapons to help destroy everything you have been working on for the past 10 months." She tells me.
"I won't, I promise. It's late, you should head back home, your parents must be freaking out right now. I'll see you tomorrow." I say.
"Alright. See you tomorrow Kenny."
Sgt. Yates' PoV
"Holy shit." I mutter as I drop the papers on my desk, taking another swig of whiskey. New statistics show that this has been the worst 3 months of crime in Denver and South Park's history. And all because of one man. Fuck!
Suddenly my phone starts ringing, so, as I have nothing better to do, I pick up, knowing who's on the other side.
"Hello, Madam Mayor." I answer.
"Hello, Sergeant. I assume you have read the quarterly figures?" She asks.
"Just read them now. This turned into one big shitshow, didn't it." I spit.
"Well, it's about to turn into an even bigger one. I just received a call from the Mayor of Denver, and he's coming down to South Park to talk to me, about you. He believes that I should let you go as the head of the Police Force here." She explains, and my mood goes from sour to fucking pissed off.
"Let me guess, it's because I decided to trust Mysterion?" I ask.
"Mostly. Look, I will try everything I can to change his mind, but be careful about who you trust." She says.
"I will. Goodnight." I say as I hang up, before throwing my phone across the room. God, fucking, damnit.
The Next Day
Kenny's PoV
"Alright, I set the 4 targets all the way at the other side of the pond. What you have to try and do is hit all 4 of them in quick succession. Think you can do it?" Bebe asks me.
"Oh, please." I reply as I grab 4 shurikens out of the duffel bag. I focus on each one, trying to figure out how I should throw them.
"Hey, just asking, would 4 armed criminals let you wait and stare at them? No! They would fucking shoot you and you would be dead! End of story!" Yeah, right…
"Turn around." Bebe orders. I sigh, before turning around.
"Now, you'll have to be fast, or else you will run out of time. Understand?" She asks me.
"Yes, Ma'am." I reply.
"Good, now, on my mark, you throw the shurikens. Ready?" She asks.
"Uhuh." I reply.
"Alright, 3, 2, 1, GO!" She yells, and I quickly turn around, throwing shuriken after shuriken in quick succession, hitting each target in the dead centre.
"Huh, didn't expect that to go so well. Alright Texas, take another 4 out of the bag." She says. I take another 4 shurikens out of my duffel bag, wonder what she could be planning next.
"Alright, turn around again." She orders, and I turn around.
"Now, you have to try and hit each target with one throw of 4 shurikens." She says.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I mutter.
"What was that?" She says sternly.
"Nothing. Tell me when to chuck some metal." I say.
"Alright then. 3, 2, 1, GO!" She yells and, with a swift flick of my wrist, all 4 shurikens land in the same spot on each of the 4 targets.
"Ok, you have to have some sort of super power to do that." Bebe says in amazement.
"Oh please, we haven't even got to combat yet." I smirk.
"Then that's what we will do next! Come on, let's get to the gym." She says and we leave Stark's Pond.
At The Gym
"No, no way." I object to her demand, but it's already too late. She's dragging me into the boxing ring.
"I want to know how fast the great "Mysterion" really is!" She says as she ties her hair into a ponytail.
"I'm not going to let you strike me, Bebe. Not only might I hurt you, but I don't want you to be fighting someone that could probably kick your ass." I smirk.
"Oh, you're on McCormick." She says, getting into a fighting stance. She moves around the ring a bit, trying to taunt me as I stand still for her. Then she suddenly attempts to give me a right hook, which I easily block, and I use her momentum to flip her onto her back.
"Woah." She says as she lays on the canvas, stunned at my sudden reversal.
"Give up yet?" I taunt back.
"You wish." She says as she picks herself back up again. She then strikes me with the following moves: Left cross, right hook, upper cut, elbow strike, right cross, left swing and an attempted punch directed at my nose. I block, block again, catch, dodge, block, block again and then catch all her moves, before yet again flipping her to the ground.
"Ok, NOW are you done?" I ask her, who nods her head.
"Alright, I think you have proven yourself with countering people's attacks. Now, you practice offence." She says as we leave the boxing ring.
"Umm, I'm not gonna practice on you, since I don't want to add you to the list of people I have put in the hospital." I tell her.
"Of course you won't. Which is why, we'll be using a bunch of punching bags." She says, walking towards a punching bag.
"This is a heavy punching bag. It will take a shit ton of force to take this thing down. What I want you to do is punch it so hard that you knock it off of it's chain." She says.
"Alright, this should be easy." I say with confidence.
"Not with this bag." She says. I ignore her and start striking the bag. I use multiple punches, right hooks, left crosses, and I strike it full force every time, but it doesn't budge. Bebe sighs, before motioning me to stop.
"Kenny, this isn't working." She says.
"It will, just give me a few more hits." I say.
"No, Kenny, you're not using your full potential." She says.
"What do you mean?" I ask her.
"Kenny, you take your anger for granted. Instead of trying to avoid it, harness your anger, it will make you stronger. It will give you something to fight for. Now, try again." She says.
I start punching the bag again, but with a bit more ferocity. Anger, how would I unlock anger? My anger in Butters for a start, all the terrible things he has done. I start punching the bag a bit more harder. Then my parents' constant fighting, all the fucking time, never caring about what their kids think about it. I move the bag a bit more, grunting at every strike. My friends being kidnapped against their will, tortured, nearly killed by this psychopath. Loud bangs fill the room as my punches get louder and more devastating. Bebe steps back a bit, her face a bit worried. Bebe, when Butters manipulated my mind into thinking he killed her, and my friends. Making me kill all those people! I notice the chain starting to break, keep going, keep going. Then when he crossed the final line, when his men SHOT MY SISTER, PUTTING HER INTO A COMA. I strike the bag as hard as ever. AND THEN THE ONE I LET GET AWAY, ENDING UP KILLING MY FATHER! BUTTERS, YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!
"ARGH!" I take one final final swing at the bag, knocking it off of it's chain, and landing on the ground with a sick -THUD-. I'm left breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down.
"I want to see my sister." I tell Bebe, who nods. We then exit the gym, with the punching bag lying on the floor.
At Hell's Pass Hospital
Me and Bebe enter my sister's room, and she's just silently laying there, an oxygen mask applied on her face. She seems so lifeless, and it's depressing me.
"I'm afraid this will be the last day you will be able to see her at this hospital." A doctor tells me.
"And why's that?" I ask.
"We don't have enough space for coma patients, so she's being transferred to a hospital in Denver, if that's okay with you." She says.
"Of course, that's fine." I tell her, and she leaves us in the room.
"She's so beautiful." Bebe says, and a tear starts forming in my eye.
"Yes, yes she is. Do you mind? I, um, kind of want to be alone with her, for a few minutes." I tell her.
"Of course." She says, and she exits the room, leaving me and Karen.
"Oh, where do I begin, I failed you Karen… I promised I would protect you, and I failed you. I was you Guardian Angel, and I let you down. Now you have to be stuck in this shit hole, and I don't know what to do. I wish you were with me Karen, I wish you were safe. You would've helped me, I, I just know it." I tell her, placing my hand on hers, expecting her to grab it. Of course, sadly this never happens, and I now my head down in regret, before exiting the room.
"Well, how are you feeling?" Bebe asks me.
"I'm fine." I tell her, but she already knows that I'm lying.
Later That Afternoon
Cartman's PoV
"Wait, you guys seriously aren't watching the Broncos game tonight?" Stan's asks us. Jesus, it's like he wants to marry the fucking football.
"No, I'm going to be with Red tonight, remember?" Kahl says.
"Yes, Kahl, we all remember your plan to repopulate the Earth with fucking Jewish-Ginger hybrids so you can wipe out humanity with your, Jewishness. Don't fucking remind me, Kahl." I sneer.
"Go fuck yourself, Fatass, at least I HAVE a girlfriend!" He spurs his weak attempt of a comeback.
"First off, I'm big boned, second off, I'm too hot for the girls in this shithole." I brag. Suddenly, Stan and Kyle burst out laughing, leaving me pissed off. God, I am now certain that Jews, Gingers and Hippies are joining forces to take over mankind. Maybe the Chinese too, but I haven't got the facts for that yet.
"Screw you fags, I'm going home." I say to them, taking the last piece of KFC with me. Those fuckers don't deserve this glory. I barge out of the place, walking down the street with my head held high, munching on the chicken as I walk past the shops. Hmm, I'm still kind of hungry thou- AGH!
I'm suddenly dragged into an alleyway by a couple of people, and when I turn around, I notice one of them with a baseball bat. Unfortunately, he uses it to strike me in the stomach, making me collapse. I get punched and kicked repeatedly, before a van blocks off the alleyway. I'm then dragged inside, before the man with the bat takes another swing at me, and then everything turns to black.
Mayor Of Denver's PoV
"What time should will we be there at?" I ask my driver.
"In about 20 minutes, Sir." He replies. I really hope I can convince Mayor McDaniels to drop this old timer. Honestly, if it was up to me, I'd have the police kill Mysterion on sight if they ever saw him. The guy thinks he can just come into my city, and clean up the streets by breaking people's bones and beating u- WHAT THE FUCK!
We are suddenly ran off the road by a large van, spinning our car out until it reaches an abrupt stop at the side of the road. The door beside me opens and I get punched in the face, before being dragged out and being forced to watch my bodyguards get shot to death. I'm then pulled inside the van, before getting a blow to my head as everything turns to black.
911 Call
"H-Hello? Oh my god, it's absolute chaos over here."
"Hello, what's your name."
"My name is, um, Katie, and, Oh My God."
Gunshots are heard in the background
"Alright, Katie, just stay calm. Where are you and what's happening?"
"We, we were just watching the game, at, um, Mile High Stadium, and um, oh my God, we heard gunshots and there were men in the stadium with machine guns, firing into the crowd, and um, I'm still in the stadium, they have the whole place on lockdown, nobody can get out."
"Alright, alright, just, remain there, we'll get the situation under control."
"Ok, thank you, oh, no, NO, PLEASE DON'T, PLEASE, DON'T SHOOT!"
More gunshots are heard and the call ends abruptly
Kenny's PoV
Me and Bebe arrive at my house, and we head to my bedroom to put all the equipment back in place.
"How did you even find a cape that could allow you to glide?" Bebe asks.
"Uh, funny story actually. I had to, um, steal it…" I say, embarrassed.
"You stole it?!" She says, looking furious.
"I could never afford it! And besides, I told the clerk when I saved his store from being robbed back in February. He was totally fine with it." I say as I clip the shurikens back onto the belt. Suddenly, the radio starts going off.
"What's going on?" Bebe asks.
"Probably something small, maybe a robbery or somet-" I get cut off when a voice is heard from the radio.
"All available officers, be alert. If you spot a vehicle with the following description: a white coloured Nissan van, that's acting a bit suspicious, be aware that the Mayor of Denver might be in it. I repeat, the Mayor has been kidnapped and is in a white, Nissan van." The dispatch says. Holy Shit!
Me and Bebe exchange side-eyed looks before I quickly start taking off my clothes.
"You're doing this now?!" She asks.
"Got no other choice. If he kidnapped the Mayor, then it's something big." I tell her as I take off my shirt.
"You don't have any underwear on, do you?" She asks.
"We'll turn around if it embarrasses you!" I say as I start unbuttoning my pants, however, she doesn't budge.
"You're not turning around, are you?" I ask.
"Nope." She says with a cheeky grin.
After I get my suit on, I begin to explain the plan to Bebe.
"Alright, I'll need to get to a helicopter, which I am sure is going to come from SPPD any minute now." I explain.
"You don't have your motorcycle?" She asks.
"No, it's still in Denver. Oh, shit I might actually have to steal the damn helicopter." I say, a bit worried.
"Well how are you going to-" Bebe gets cut off when we hear a voice from across the house.
"Kenny! Are you home?" I hear my mother say. She hasn't been the same since my father died, and, I don't know if I should tell her… Oh fuck it.
"I'll be a minute." I tel Bebe as I exit my bedroom. I head to the kitchen with my costume on but my mask off, and I find my mother, her back facing me, and a beer in her hand.
"Hey, Mom…" I say.
"Oh, there you a- what the fuck are you wearing?" She asks when she turns around. Alright, here it goes.
"I'm wearing my suit Mom. I'm Mysterion." I tell her, and she looks at me. I can't tell what she's thinking, confused, shocked, worried.
"What are you talking about?" She asks.
"I'm the reason Dad is dead." I tell her, because she deserves to know.
"What? Of course you're not Kenny!" She says.
"When Karen was shot, I fought the gunmen that were there, I let one get away and that was the one that ran over Dad. I'm sorry, I had to tell you." I say, and she sits down.
"You're that crazy kid fighting crime? A-and you, you let Dad's killer get away?" She asks.
"Yes, but I promise Mom, I'm going to find whoever did this, and I'm taking him down right now. Okay? I promise. I'm sorry, Mom, for everything, and I would get it if you would never forgive me." I say, and she stands up again. She walks closer to me, before suddenly slapping me in the face. But then she embraces me, and I return the favour.
"Kenny, it's not your fault, okay? And if you want to be this vigilante, you can." She says.
"Don't worry Mom, I promised to end this when I catch this fucker." I tell her.
"Alright Kenny. Good luck out there then. And when you catch that helmet wearing fucker, beat the shit out of him, for Dad?" She asks.
"I will Mom." I say and she kisses me on the forehead.
"Umm, Kenny! You might want to take a look at this!" I hear Bebe shouting from the living room, and me and my Mom rush to the TV.
"The police were told by the hostage takers that if any helicopters come within a certain radius on the stadium, then they will kill 30 hostages for every helicopter near Mile High Stadium. Police forces have already surrounded the stadium and multiple SWAT teams have been called in." The news reporter says as they show images of the stadium from far away.
"You think that's where Butters is?" Bebe asks.
"I think that's where he's taking the Mayor. I have to go." I tell them, as I head to the window.
"Wait!" Bebe stops me. She then pulls me in and gives me a passionate kiss.
"Kick his ass, Mysterion." She says, and I jump out of the window and I put my mask on, rushing to SPPD just as the sun sets.
Mysterion's PoV
I grapple up to the top of the building, after hearing a helicopter ready to leave.
"What the, HOLY SHIT IT'S MYSTERION!" I hear an officer shout as I rush to the chopper. An officer attempts to stop me by taking a swing at me, but I block it and knock him out. Another one comes at me, but I easily dispatch him with a right hook to the face, knocking him out. I then drag one of the pilots out of the helicopter, stomping on his face, knocking him out, before throwing the other one out and knocking him out with a blow to his head. I climb into the helicopter, but I'm stopped when I feel something against my head.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right now." I hear a familiar voice, and I turn around to see Yates with a revolver aimed at my face.
"I have to stop this man, Yates, you know that." I tell him, and he backs off a bit but he keeps the gun aimed at my head.
"How do I know you're not just going to help him with this shit? Huh? GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON!" He screams at me.
"You don't have any idea what I've been through, do you?" I ask him.
"What you've been through?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?! ALL THE SHIT THAT'S BEEN GOING ON IS JUST THE BEGINNING, AND WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU WHEN YOU BLEW UP SOMEONE THAT I CARED ABOUT?! I LOST A PARTNER THAT DAY, HELL, YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT LOSS IS!" He yells at me.
"Actually, I do." I say, and then I proceed to take off my mask and hood, revealing my face. A look of surprise appears on Yates' face, and he quickly lowers the gun down.
"You're, you're that fucking kid at the play, you're the one that-" I cut him off.
"I'm the one that lost a father and nearly lost a sister in the space of an hour, and I've been close to losing so much more. I've already lost one friend, a long time ago, and I don't need to lose any more." I tell him, before putting my mask and hood on again.
"I guess she was right about you." He tells me.
"Who?" I ask.
"The Mayor, believe it or not." He says.
"Well, I have to find another Mayor, and I need a pilot." I point to the helicopter.
"You in?" I ask him.
"I guess so." He says, before climbing into the pilot's seat. I hop in, and a couple of officers suddenly come up to the roof.
"Sir! What are you doing?!" One of them shouts.
"Consider this my resignation!" Yates shouts back before slamming the door shut, bringing the helicopter up into the sky.
"Mile High Stadium?" Yates asks.
"Yeah, but we can't get too close to it, or Chaos will kill 30 innocent people." I explain.
"Goddamn, alright, we better make it quick then, or else he'll kill everybody." He says as he sets the helicopter on course for Denver.
"Holy, shit." I say as I use my binoculars to figure out what's happening down there. A whole SWAT team is engaging about, let's see, 8 gunmen down there. I need to help the SWAT, but they might shoot at me, oh, screw it.
"There's only one way I'm getting in there, Yates, you know that." I tell him.
"Yep. Good luck, kid." He says. I take a final look on where I need to go, before I crack my neck and jump out of the helicopter, using my cape to glide to the stadium. I soar through past the buildings surrounding the stadium before I quickly dive-bomb closely to the scene, and it's not long until I'm on the ground, caught in the crossfire between the SWAT and the gunmen. One gunman spots me and aim his rifle at me, so I throw a shuriken at his hand, causing him to yell out in pain and drop the rifle. I lunge at him and knock him out by slamming his head into the side of the car he's hiding behind. I then swiftly jump over the car, landing right behind two unsuspecting gunmen, and I quickly smash both of their heads together.
"Look! It's Mysterion!" I hear a cop shouting, so I quickly light a few fireworks, throw them near the cops, and they explode giving me a nice smokescreen to hide behind for a while. Bullets whizz by me as the cops' blind fire barely miss me as I charge at another gunman. I slam his rifle into his face, knocking him out, before I swing it into another gunman's head, knocking him out. The remaining 3 gunmen become visible, so I hop onto a cop car, jump from it, and I land by curb stomping one's head. As one aims his shotgun, I throw another shuriken towards his hand, making him cower in pain. The one behind aim his gun, so I ready a shuriken before rolling on the gunman in pain, before throwing the shuriken into the other gunman's shoulder. I drag the gunman next to me to him, slamming their heads together and knocking them out. By the time the smoke clears, I'm already hiding inside the stadium.
"Alright everyone, the boss should be here in about 10 minutes. When he does get here, let's not fuck anything up!" I hear a gunman. I grapple up the ceiling to find out what's happening and I see a group of people huddled together, with about 15 gunmen guarding them. Damnit, I probably won't be able to do stealth here due to the lighting, but going loud means I might put the hostages at risk. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Fuck it. I throw a number of firecrackers in different spots around the gunmen, creating a large smoke cloud. I then use my grapple gun to swing from the ceiling and land on one gunman, knocking him out. I then rush to another gunman, slamming his head into a railing nearby. I throw two shurikens at two gunmen while slamming two other gunmen's head together. I turn around to meet a punch to my face, disorientating me for a bit, but I quickly recover as I go under the next strike, before grabbing his arm and snapping it backwards, before knocking him out with a knee to the face. I then move to one of my shuriken victims, kicking him in the chest and knocking him out with an elbow to his face. I use my grapple gun to drag the other shuriken victim towards me, and I slam his head into another railing. Gunshots whizz by me as I turn around to see someone shooting at me. Good thing he has stormtrooper aim because he missed most of his shots. I jump off the railing and do a flying kick straight to the dude's face, knocking him out. I then rush to another gunman, punching him in the gut before grabbing him by the neck, grappling up, and letting him hang from the ceiling as I use a firecracker to create a smoke cover. I then throw another firecracker behind three gunmen, causing them to fall in shock. I then drop down, landing on one, and slamming his face into the floor, knocking him out. I then curb stomp the other, knocking him out as the third gunman picks himself up and aims his gun at me. I push it away with my left arm, using my right arm to flip him to the ground, stomping on his face to knock him out. I turn around and see the final 3 gunmen with hostages in their arms.
"Come any closer and we blow their brains out!" One gunman says. I get 3 shurikens ready behind my back, and with a swift flick of my wrist I send them flying into each gunman's leg. They yell in pain, releasing their hostages, so I quickly lunge at one, grabbing his gun to quickly shoot the shoulder of a gunman with his gun pointed at me. I then send them both to sleep by suffocating one to unconsciousness while I roundhouse kick the other. The final one gets up, but he is quickly dispatched by a swift blow to his jaw, knocking him out.
"Alright everyone, quickly, get as far away as possible from this place." I tell the hostages. Some look at me in bewilderment, others in thanks.
"Why did you save us?" One asks.
"Why do you think?" I tell him before running up the ramps towards the main stadium. I eventually end up right behind a tunnel leading into the seating areas, and it sounds like- What The…
Suddenly the silence is filled with, the van horn from Ant-Man?
Professor Chaos' PoV
Woohoo! The van makes its epic entrance into the stadium, and the crowd goes wild! I play the horn as the gunmen get to work, and they pull out the two fuckers left in the van. I'm soon given a megaphone and I load up my revolver, as my men drag the Mayor to the centre of the pitch.
"Hello Denver!" I say to the thousands of people in the crowds.
"Ah, isn't this going to be a fun night! As you can see here, I have your precious little Mayor! The million dollar question that is on everyone's mind is: what am I going to do with him?" I say to the crowds as I drag the Mayor next to me.
"Maybe, I should hold this pathetic excuse of a man up for a little money! Let's say, 10 million dollars, 20 million dollars? Haha, maybe I should give him to the highest bidder! I know what else you're thinking: what the fuck am I going to do with all you people? Well, do you want to hear? What do you think?" I ask the Mayor, and he just sits there in fear.
"Should you hear it? I think he might want to hear it." I say, smiling.
"Well, too bad." I say before executing the Mayor by shooting him in the head with my revolver.
"Anyway!" I say gleefully.
"You see, the thing with you people is that you put your trust into the wrong people. And look where that fucking got you. You put your trust into corrupt politicians and people that care more about their wallets than the people. You put your trust into easily corruptible police officers that can't even do their one, fucking, job! Protect, and Serve. And now you put your trust into a vigilante, and boy did you fuck that one up! Hahahahaha!" I laugh before motioning to the men next to my truck, who bring out fat piece of shit.
"And now, act number two! I personally know him as a racist, sexist, bigoted, self-centered, uncaring, fat, piece of shit! And today, I believe he should pay for his crimes! Don't you?" I ask a group of henchmen, and they shout and cheer in agreement.
"Then let justice, be, served!" I say, as a henchmen hands me a samurai sword. Oh this will be sweet.
Mysterion's PoV
I struggle to contain my rage after hearing Chaos murder the Mayor. And now it looks like he has Cartman too. Shit! I quickly try and sneak into the field, but I'm unfortunately spotted by a young kid…
"Hey look! It's Mysterion!" He says as he stands up. Suddenly, his seat and some seats around him explode, sending me crashing down the stadium and halfway down I use my cape to soften the fall, but it isn't my best landing as I end up laying on the ground.
"I thought my men told you people that if you stand up, some of you blow up! Whoever forgot to say that is getting fired! And as for the depressed piece of shit over there… I've had enough of him. Beat the crap out of him and send him to me, to make him act three!" Chaos says as a number of gunmen start to rush towards me. I quickly pick myself up, and I run at them myself. I tackle the first one, punching away at his face, knocking him out. I then jump up, sending a right hook to one gunmen and a spinning kick to another, knocking one out and sending another to the ground. I stomp on the grounded gunman's face before I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I've been shot. I grab my shoulder in pain before getting tackled by a gunman. I look up to see 3 more joining him in beating the shit out of me. No, no, this can't be happening. I can't give up, not now. Not now!
"ARRGHHH!" I scream before kicking one of them away, pulling another two in and slamming their faces together, knocking them out. I quickly get up and unleash hell on the remaining two, dodging every swing they make and giving two swings back. I punch one of them in the nose, sending him back a bit, and then another one tries to roundhouse me but I catch it, and then twist his ankle and snap his leg backwards, before using it to pull him up to me, upside down, and I drop him on his head on my knee, knocking him out. I then grab the other gunman and kick him in the midsection, before giving him a roundhouse that knocks him out.
With all of them down, I make my way towards Chaos with a slight limp in my right leg. Suddenly someone comes out and aims a pistol at me, but I quickly end that with a shuriken to his shoulder. One down, better use it wisely. Then, another rushes at me, but I go under his punch and knee him in the midsection before knocking him out with a left hook. I then head towards the shuriken victim to make sure he is knocked out, by spin-kicking him to the ground and kicking him in the head, knocking him out.
My slight limp turns into a run, as with no more gunmen in sight, only one remains.
"You won't survive this." He says sternly.
"We'll see about that." I say as I take a swing at him, but he dodges. He then takes the sword he has and swings at me, but I roll out of the way. I then take another swing and I hit him in the leg, but he seems unfazed and swings at me again, slightly cutting me in thigh. I stumble for a bit, and Chaos kicks me down. He then raises his sword but I do a spin kick to get out of it, and I disarm him by kicking the sword out of his hand. With him now on the ground, I start doing what I have always wanted to do and I begin to kick and punch him while he's on the ground. I hear slight cheers from the crowds watching, but he suddenly gains the upper hand by kicking me away, and punching me in the face. Damn, Butters certainly has changed. I quickly recover and I trade blows with Chaos for a while, hitting him in the mid section and the face quite often. I suddenly get pushed back into two more of his henchmen, who start swinging punches at me. I dodge most of them as I easily beat the shit out of them. I catch one dude's punch, twisting his arm and striking him in the back. I then curb stomp him, knocking him out. The next henchmen attempts to kick me, but I roll out of the way, then jumping over him and striking him in the leg, before grabbing him by the neck, hitting him in the stomach about 7 times, and then knocking him out with a right hook.
I turn around to meet something sharp stick into my other shoulder, and realise Chaos has stuck a syringe in me, as everything starts to go distorted and weird colours start showing up.
"You see. I told you I would break you eventually. And now, in front of all these people that you hope to give faith to, I will let you die, knowing that you have failed." He says, driving the syringe further before ultimately leaving me to kill Cartman. He picks up his sword again, laughing as he does it, and gets ready to do what he said he would do: gut him like a fish. He raises his sword, but I use a final ounce of strength to take my final shuriken… and send it straight into his left eye.
He collapses in pain, yelling out as he drops the sword. Cartman quickly runs from the scene, disappearing into a tunnel. I take the syringe out of my shoulder and throw it away from me, returning my sight to normal. I then walk to Chaos, and he attempts to pick himself up even though the bloody is certainly coming out of his eye. I strike him in the stomach as he gets up, and then in the chest, and then in stomach again, the chest, the stomach, the chest, the stomach. I continue to batter his body, ultimately kicking him down to the ground.
"Ugh, h-here we a-a-are, y-you can j-just e-end it n-now." He says, smiling, waiting for death as I take the helmet off of him.
"After everything you have done, all the harm you have inflicted on these people." I say, looking at his helmet.
"You live. That is your punishment. I will let you live, knowing that YOU have failed." I say, before raising his helmet and striking him on the head with it, knocking him out.
He lives, barely, and that's it.
I drop his helmet in disgust before picking up the microphone he used.
"Don't get up yet, the bombs might still be active. Sit there, because I want to tell you something." I speak.
"I want to tell you that after all of this, after all this chaos, it's over. You're safe." I say before dropping the microphone and start walking away from the scene.
The crowd begins to clap and cheer as I eventually grapple to each seating level, before climbing onto one of Mile High's many lights. I look back, at the people, and the police that now enter the stadium, smiling to myself, before jumping off and gliding into the city.
I eventually reach a building I wanted to go to, before lockpicking a window that allows me inside. I climb in, closing the window behind me, before I stand next to my comatose sister.
"I came here, because I know what to say now. If you die Karen, if you die and unworthy death, lying in this shithole, never had a family of your own. Well, if that happens, I want to know that you won't die in vain, and it seems like this failure of a Guardian Angel, isn't so useless after all." I say, with a tear streaming down my face. I then take off my glove and grab her hand again, and I do the same stupid thing, thinking that she'll grab it. I sigh, but as I'm about to pull my hand away I feel something. I look down to see her hand wrapped around mine. I say nothing, I do nothing.
I just smile.
I let go as I break out of the hospital, gliding into the city again, before finding my motorbike. I hop on, revving the engine, and I take the long route, back to South Park.
11 Days Later / September 1st
I wake up, put my clothes on, do my usual daily morning routine. I eat my breakfast, put my school bag on, and out the door I go. I swear if we get fucking Mr Garrison again…
I walk past the shops as I head to the bus stop, the news playing on the TV as I walk past the electronics shop.
"In other news, it has been 11 days and still no sight of Mysterion after his innocence was cleared after the former Sgt Yates of the South Park Police Force found a chemical at the crime scene that matches one of Professor Chaos' drugs. People in Denver have bee-" The reporter says as I walk past the shop, and towards the bus stop.
"Hey Guys!" I say to my friends when I arrive.
"Hey Kenny!" They reply in unison. We get on the bus. It's the start of our final year at High School.
When we finally get to the most miserable place on Earth, Wendy does her usual thing of rushing to Stan and making out in front of us, and Bebe comes from behind her, and we kiss for a few seconds before an announcement plays through the loudspeakers.
"All High School Seniors, make your way to the gymnasium immediately." The speaker says. We all squeeze into the hall before the entire place is packed. Suddenly, the principal gets on the microphone, and everyone quiets down.
"Hello everyone. Welcome back to South Park High. Now, since this is your final year, I want you to set an example for…" I tune out of her speech, because I know what's coming next. Blah, blah, responsibility, blah, blah, this is your final year, blah, blah. But then she grabs my attention.
"And now, to address the eventful summer we have all had, our class president, Wendy Testaburger." She says and we all clap as she steps up to the mic.
"Good morning everyone. Now, we have all fell victim to the recent tragedies that have occurred over the summer break, as a terrorist has kidnapped us, and for some people, tortured us. I speak to you today, to tell you that we should remain strong. Let's not let this bring us down. Let's focus on the future, not on the past. But remember, the terrorist that brought this upon us, was like us. He was one of us. We cannot let anything like what had happened to him, happen to anyone else ever again. For who knows, I might be looking at a group of would be monsters, or I might be looking at a group of would be heroes. Thank you." She steps down as the first bell rings. I smile to myself a bit, before heading to class.
At Lunch
"I said, give me your lunch money!" I over hear someone nearby, and I turn the corner to see what looks like 9th grader being harassed by a few 10th graders. God damnit.
"Hey, leave him alone." I say as I walk up to them.
"Oh yeah? Well what are you going to do about it?" The bully turns around and replies. God, I hate some of these fucking kids. I begin to clench my fists before being joined by my friends.
"He said the kid alone." I turn around to see Stan.
"Leave the kid be." Kyle says.
"Get the fuck outta here, bub." Even Cartman joins in. The bullies are then outnumbered, and they quickly run away.
"Thank you so much!" The 9th grader says.
"No problem." I say.
Bebe's PoV
I smile at the scene that just unfolded. Even without the mask, he's still doing some good.
"Man, I'm hungry, come on, let's go!" Kenny grabs my hand and we walk towards the cafeteria. I smile to myself.
Even with the mask, the suit, the weapons, the really ridiculous voice, he was never Mysterion. Underneath all that, he was still Kenny McCormick. And he wasn't a hero…
He was someone who tried to help.
A/N: And after all that, we are finally at the end of this story! I would like to thank everyone that continued to support me while I have been writing this story. I mean, as of me writing this, this story has got 68 reviews. That's insane! That's over triple the amount of reviews my first story got, and I thank you so much for that. I honestly never expected I would get that much support over the last 4 or so months I have been writing this, so thank you! I immensely enjoyed writing this story, as not only did it allowed me to expand on the Mysterion I made in the first fanfic, but I got to write my version of Professor Chaos, and it was so much fun writing his unpredictability. So, my finals words to you are this, I loved writing this story, and I cannot wait to share what else I have in store for you. For the meantime, Mysterion bids you farewell. And as always…
THANK YOU FOR READING!
P.S. After reading the next chapter, I want to hear your thoughts on whether or not I should make my next story, rated M.
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