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Chapter Four:

Aliya groaned as she looked in the bathroom mirror. Her dad had caught her hanging around the guys again, and he didn't fail to show her that he still didn't approve. This time, however, her mom hadn't been in the state of mind to even try to interfere. She picked up a cotton ball and soaked it in alcohol and pressed it to her face gingerly, hissing from the sting.

She heard familiar footsteps coming from her room and she peeked through the bathroom door and waved for him to wait a second. Quickly, glancing both ways down the hallway to make sure her father hadn't heard anything, she raced into her room. After she had made sure her door was shut and locked she turned and faced Mysterion who studied her face with no expression.

"I will catch him one day."

"I know."

And he left. Just like that.

She was used to his almost nightly visits so she had gotten to where she just left her window open for him. They didn't ever really have a conversation like they did the first couple of times, but she chalked it up to him being the strong silent type, and maybe he didn't want her to get any clues to his identity. Not that it mattered, she quit worrying about who he was ages ago.

It had been two months since she moved to South Park and she had begun to notice strange things in this new place. One example was when gluten had been basically outlawed a couple weeks back because it "makes people's dicks fly off" when it's in its most concentrated form. Did it make sense to her? No, but sure enough a scientist had apparently drank some and his dick had flown off and basically bombed the town.

Not only was it that, but she started paying attention more to her friends conversation, like when they talked about the rise of Cthulhu that apparently happened a few years ago. She remembered that happening from news reports, but she didn't realize that Cartman had basically had the Lord of Darkness under his control. She had to hand it to the little bastard, he was a clever one.

She was sure there were other events, but she was too freaked out to ask. So far she knew that Jesus Christ apparently lived in South Park, Satan visited periodically, and apparently God was really some kind of dinosaur/monster up in the sky. Did it make sense? Hell no. Was she in any position to question it? No. Not when she met Jesus, seen Satan, and she really, really didn't want to meet God in his true form. She'd rather not have his image screwed up in her mind.

Sighing, she laid down in her bed after shutting her window. She knew Mysterion wouldn't be back that night and she didn't want her father asking questions. Laying her head down, she emptied her mind of all the confusing thoughts about this so-called quiet little mountain town and fell asleep.

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Aliya stretched and yawned as she looked at the alarm clock. It was 10am on a Saturday. She didn't have school, and she never felt better. She stood up and walked across the hall to the bathroom and splashed water on her face, and when she looked up her mouth fell open. All traces of the bruises and cuts her dad had left on her face were gone. Quickly she lifted her shirt and seen that bruised stomach was now just a faint yellow color. Had she really done that good of a job caring for her wounds? She didn't think so. It should have been impossible for her to have healed that fast…

Frowning she thought for a moment. Maybe the fact that she was living in South Park was taking a toll on her in some way. Maybe, if or when, Mysterion made another appearance she could ask him about the possibility. That was when she decided to do an experiment.

Going back into her room she took out a needle from her sewing kit and gently pricked her finger. She watched as a little drop of blood came to the surface, waited a second, and wiped it away with a tissue. The wound was gone. Taking out a notebook she recorded the event and how long it took to heal before she took the needle again and dug it into her wrist and made a long cut, wincing as she dragged it down her skin, feeling it tear. That one took a little longer-five minutes-but it healed too. What did this mean? What was happening to her?

Fear rushed through her, her heard began to pound like crazy. What if her father found out? He'd call her a freak, no telling what he would do to her if he knew. She had to talk to someone about this, but Mysterion wouldn't come for a while-maybe tonight, maybe not. She couldn't talk to her friends, she didn't know if she could trust them with this kind of information. A feeling of guilt passed through her at that thought, but she knew deep down she was right. They had a habit of talking at the wrong moments, or worse-getting involved in some kind of trouble. The last thing she needed was for the government to find out about this development and trying to experiment on her.

Thinking about it for a moment, she decided her best interest would be to just go to the library and check out books on genetics and human evolution…At least that she could explain to her father as a science project, he would approve of that, she hoped. Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock at her door. "Sweetie? There's a boy at the door. He says he is your partner for a project at school?" It was her mother, and Aliya thanked whoever was listening that her father was gone on a fishing trip.

"Okay mom, send him up." Hurriedly she put her stuff away, right as Kenny walked through the door. "What's up?" Kenny looked her up and down, openly checking her out, but a look of confusion and shock seemed to cross his face.

"I heard from a certain someone that you had gotten into some kind of trouble."

So even Mysterion had friends. "Yeaa…no. I'm fine."

He looked at her and glared. "I'm sick of the lies, Aliya. Are we friends or not?"

Her jaw dropped, had he really noticed that she tried to keep him at a certain distance? "Of course Kenny! I just-"

"Then tell me the truth!"

Aliya chewed her lip nervously and looked around the room, anywhere but at him. "I can't do that…It's not that we aren't friends though…" she met his eyes so he could see that she was serious. "I'm just in a bit of a predicament and I don't want everyone knowing about it until I know exactly what it going on."

Kenny walked up to her and got in her face, an obvious frown on his face. "Listen, I'm not like the others, I have my own problems so listening to yours isn't going to make a fuck to me. I won't tell the others, and I'm here to listen because HE can't be."

So he knew that Mysterion had been here, and that must mean he knew Mysterion's identity-also meaning that Mysterion officially was real and not a figment of her imagination. "Alright. I'll talk, but I do not want anything I say to go beyond these walls." He nodded in agreement. "AND…I want to hear about your issues too. I can't just spill about my problems, give you dirt on me, and not know anything about you." He shrugged, and nodded. It was like he expected as much.

She sighed and begun. "I'm sure you already know mine and my father's relationship is strained. Hell anyone could be able to see that." He nodded. "Well…whenever I do something he doesn't approve of, or if I don't respond the way he wants me too, well….." Kenny raises an eyebrow expectantly. "He likes to punish me…if you catch my drift."

"So…" Kenny started slowly. "He hits you." Aliya nodded and he got a really angry look in his eye. "And you just thought it would be okay to not tell anyone? Seriously? You haven't confided in anyone, and I know you haven't told the school! You are as bad as Butter's was when his Grandma was doing this shit to him!" Aliya flinched at his words, but allowed him to finish before she continued.

"You're right." She agreed slowly. "But there's something else too…"

"Oh yea? Like what?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

She pulled out a little knife she had and cut her palm. Kenny scowled. "So now you're into self-harm? That's attractive." Aliya glared at him, effectively shutting him up. She waited a moment or so and then she wiped up the blood that had spilled and showed him her palm-it had already healed.

Kenny's look was priceless. His gaze darted from her hand to her face about ten times before he stopped at her eyes. "What the fuck?" He stood up and backed away before running out of her room.

Great, now the guy she liked thought she was a freak. This day keeps getting better and better.

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Kenny's P.O.V.

She's like me. Why am I running? Why can't I tell her she isn't alone? I know the answer, even as I run out her front door and down the street. Her healing power can be remembered, it's impossible to forget. Even if I shoot myself in the fucking head there's a huge chance she won't remember it ever happening, just like everyone else in this godforsaken town.

I walked through the door to my house and ignored my mom, who sat on the couch smoking a joint, and into my room. Opening my closet I stared at my Mysterion costume and I wonder if me talking to her as myself had been a mistake. How would I explain running away, tomorrow? She probably feels like a freak and I suddenly feel really guilty about that. I should have never gone over there as Mysterion, I let my feelings for her take my courage away.

I liked this girl. I liked Aliya a lot, and I didn't even notice my feelings at first. At first, when she moved here I thought she would be like the others. I thought she'd be spoiled, have a lot of money, and the perfect family life-or at least semi perfect. I was beyond wrong, and ever since I discovered what her life was really like I began to feel the need to watch out for her, the only way to do so was as my alter ego.

The more I talked to her the more I fell. Now I'm in it deep and I don't know what to do about it. I'm poor, not the smartest, and I rely on Mysterion to help me come out of my shell at all. This girl deserves more than what I have to offer, so I keep my distance, but Mysterion can't stay away. I tell myself it's because she needs him, but maybe it's him that needs her.

This stupid town.

I really wish I had been born anywhere else, been from anywhere else, had anyone else for parents. Maybe then I would have been good enough for her. There was absolutely no way that she would forget me running away without saying anything; there was no way she would forgive me.

I punch the wall beside my closet, leaving a hole in its midst. "Fuck! I'm so fucking stupid!"

Mysterion would yet again have to come to both of our rescue.

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A/N: And there is Chapter Four! R&R please!