Chapter Thirteen
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"Okay children let's look at your tacky little posters", Mr Garrison announced as he projected Team A's poster onto a screen in the room. Bebe, Clyde, Dogpoo, Pip, Stan, Timmy and Tweek had obviously not done very much over the last three hours, as the only thing on the projection was a white screen with two bits of black Ariel font. One saying 'Swearing Is Bad', the other being placed just underneath reading 'M'kay'. Almost instantly every understood the reference, and the fact that the piece itself was basically patronising Mr Mackey who was probably sat in his office back at school saying the word 'Mkay' over and over. Even I had noticed his obsession with the word, and I hadn't even known him for a week. Mr Garrison frowned at what Team A had done. It truly couldn't be called a poster. Strangely enough it had earned a lot of appraisal from the rest of us in the class. Shaking his head at his desk, Mr Garrison then moved on to project Team Two's poster. Admittedly, Pete and Token had done most of the work. Well Token had seeing as Pete had to constantly defend himself everytime Lola or Annie threw an insult his way. I truly very sorry for the guy, but I wasn't planning on jumping in to defend him. He was a pretty alright guy, but I had only really just started making some proper friends and I wasn't prepared to lose them just yet.
"What's this?", Mr Garrison asked as he tried to look at the poster. However, all that appeared was an error of some sort before the projector screen turned bright blue and then shut off. Realising that the whole poster-making session had been a total waste of time, both 'Team Two' and 'Team Last', groaned loudly. Mr Garrison, seemingly wanting to out do us both, sighed even louder as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well that was a waste of fucking time", he mumbled under his breath before standing up from his seat. "You can all run along to the cafeteria now or whatever. Bed straight after", He added as he launched past the door of the computer room into the hallway. Dejectedly we all got up and began sauntering towards the cafeteria. The only difference between everyone else and I, was the fact that Red was still holding firmly on my hand. That made me smile. It also made Kyle look quite disturbed. Stan shared the same disturbed expression until he looked at Wendy thoughtfully. He was shaken from his thoughts however when he noticed Kyle, Kenny and Jimmy had begun to leave him in favour of the cafeteria.
"What ha-have we got to -ACK- do tomorrow?", Tweek asked noisily from behind. His 'GAH' making me jump slightly. Me and Red waited for him to catch us up, only to met with not only Tweek. But Heidi also. She smiled at me, before moving to stand by Red's side.
"I don't really know Tweeker", Red almost sang as we all began to walk towards the cafeteria. It kind of saddened me to know that she'd given Tweek a nickname of his own. But by now Tweek was probably my best friend so I didn't mind too much. Tweek nodded uncomfortably at the nickname before rushing off to the counter to order what I could only guess to be a coffee. He was probably ordering that capp- cappukey- whatever drink it was that I had to order for him earlier. As Red made her way to the counter also, I let go of her hand to her dismay.
"What's up Nay?". I probably looked totally clueless once she had asked this.
"Nothing. Why?". She shook her head silently before heading towards the counter. Noting that she was hopefully over whatever had caused her to ask that, me and Heidi made our way to a table. Only to be joined by Stan and Kyle a few minutes later. Both looked a little confused and angry with me. As if sensing the type of conversation we were going to have, Heidi closed her eyes and began to rub her temple lightly.
"W-What's up guys?", I asked while fiddling with the edge of the table so that I wouldn't feel so anxious.
"Why are you holding Red's hand for?", Stan asked. While I expected a note of betrayal, instead his voice seemed very curious and slightly jealous. This was not the tone I was expecting him to use so I was a bit shocked to say the least.
"I-". What was I meant to say? I didn't know exactly why I was holding her hand. I just was... and it just so happened that I liked holding her hand. How does someone explain that? "I don't really know", I mumbled honestly. At this, Heidi gave me an unnervingly stare, to which I turned to her. "What? She's nice and s-she's my f-friend. I thiunk she's rea-really funny and I just like h-holding her hand. I don't know what that means Heidi". Her glare seemed to lighten slightly, but it didn't let up completely.
"You boys are clueless", she snorted as she sat back in her seat in an irritated fashion. Me and Stan gave her a quizzical stare while Kyle kept his eyes on me.
"You know dude. If you get Cooties you best not pass them to everyone". As if seeming to somehow agree, Stan nodded slightly as if in a daze. He was still playing close attention to Heidi who was doing nothing except for playing with a couple strands of her hair. He had obviously been confused by the 'boys are clueless' line she used. I agreed though. I was just as confused by what she said. I looked at Kyle as he continued speaking. "Like I don't mean to break your balls Nathan. But if you pass cooties to us all, Cartman will not let us live it down... and if we have to deal with Cartman. You're going to have deal with us all". Even though this was basically a threat, Kyle had said it in the only way Kyle really could. In a friendly fashion. How someone could still act friendly while threatening was bizarre to me, but somehow Kyle had found a way. All that he received in reply was a quick snort from Craig who had apparently been standing behind me this whole time.
"Why don't you go pull that sand out of your vagina Broflovski". I internally smirked at the fact that Craig had used one of Cartman's insults against Kyle. It was quite an effective and low blow, but that was what Craig did best. Deal harsh and blunt insults, or just not deliver anything at all. It's was either hit or miss with Craig. Never anything inbetween. Kyle glared at Craig for the insult, while Stan finally shook himself from his thoughts. Before a bigger argument could start Tweek and Red had made their way back to the table. Heidi stood up, loudly smashing her hands onto the table as if daring anyone to continue the argument. No one dared utter a word to her joy. Not even Craig. Which was a real surprise.
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Our favourite murderer coughed heavily as he picked up his toothbrush. Without using any toothpaste he brought the brush to his lips and began brushing away. He had the best night sleep in the longest time ever. He believed that the fact he had been going out hunting for wolves and bears and the such had something to do with tiring him out. Walking lazily around his shack, he came to his favourite room of the house. Pulling out his toothbrush he spat the contents of his mouth onto the floor, before placing the toothbrush back in his mouth and looking towards his favourite wall of his favourite room. Reaching out, he shuddered in delight when his skin came into contact with someone else's piece of skin. He had no idea whose skin it was. All he knew is that whoever previously owned the decapitated left hand he was now touching, had very nice skin. Smiling, he moved his finger from hand to hand. His wall had around 12 left hands nailed carefully onto the wall. His mother would love to see this he thought. No! He knew. He knew she would absolutely love to see him. She always loved how creative he was. She always loved his art work as a child, and there was nothing more artistic that he had done than this. Feeling the need to please his mother futher though had always been an unreachable goal for our left-hand killer. He thought the best way to make his mom proud... would be to get famous. How better to do so, then get talked about on the news? That was what his plan was anyway. The animals of the forest that had been devouring his calling-card corpses had been ruining his chances of that ever happening which had severely pissed him off to the point that he had been going around shooting animals willy-nilly. If it made his mom proud, then that was something he was willing to do. Finishing his teeth-brushing action, he threw his toothbrush on the floor and made his way toward his shotgun, leaving his television turned on with the volume at full level. His target goal of animals to kill was six today. He had killed five yesterday and he wanted to improve his personal best. Once he had his shotgun in hand, he pushed his front door open and made his way into the forest.
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"Camera? Check. ManBearPig Costume? Check". Al Gore was busily preparing his large back pack so that his plan could be completed once and for all. He needed everything to be in his bag ready. He needed everything to be perfect. He hadn't much luck catching ManBearPig, but he was finally going to get a search party to find it and bring it down. The half-man, half-bear, half-pig would finally submit to his hands. Al Gore would be victorious. For he was Al Gore, and Al Gore always won. He made sure of it. Deciding that he was finally ready he made his way downstairs to the cafeteria, his trusty backpack by his side. Al Gore was so certain that his plan was finally going to work, he was even going to pre-celebrate. A quick round of egg on toast was soon being whipped up by the woman behind the counter.
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"Okay children. We're going on a nature walk today, and it's going to take atleast two hours so I need to assure you of something. If you get lost. Then you are on you own! This is why you must stick to the paths that have been layed out on the ground. If you don't then you risk getting lost and starving to death or something", Mr Garrison mumbled off as he turned impatiently to knock on his own room's door. "Hurry up Mr Slave!". At the mention of Mr Slave, both Tweek and I looked at each other. Mr Slave was the guy Mr Garrison was fighting when that Al Gore bloke told us he was a spy. Mr Slave must've surrendered and given Mr Garrison information or whatever it was he wanted. That was so awesome!
"I'll be out in a second! Oh Jesus Christ!". With this, Mr Garrison turned back to us kids and recontinued his speech.
"Seeing as the forest is a very dangerous place, I need you all to make sure you have a travel buddy". Almost instantly me and Red nodded to each other in agreement. "To save time, you're going to have the same travel-buddy you chose to walk with on our way to the reception yesterday and for God sake Mr Slave will you hurry it up in there!". At Mr Garrison's angry outburst, most of our class resignedly rushed towards their previous travel buddies. Tweek had already nervously latched onto my sleeve and was twitching away in a panic. I frowned sadly towards Red, who gave me the same sad look as she hesitantly grabbed onto Bebe's hand. Screw Mr Garrison and his time saving ideas. Screw them to Hell.
"Finished!".
"Thank God", Mr Garrison sighed as he held the bridge of his nose, much like he had done yesterday. As he did this, a tall man wearing mostly leather sauntered out of the room. All of a sudden the idea of Mr Garrison being a spy seemed about 90 percent less likely. Wincing when I realised why Mr Garrison had truly been shouting Mr Slave's name yesterday I held on to Tweek's sleeve in return so that I could have some sort of support. I wasn't against what I thought they were doing yesterday... I just didn't like to think of things like that. I am only 10 for peets sake. Of course I'm not going to like thinking about stuff like that. Luckily we made our way into the reception pretty quickly, so the thought didn't remain on my mind too long. Once we had all made our way to the reception, a woman with lipstick all over the bottom half of face came from behind the receptionist's desk and smiled.
"Why hello kiddies! I'm Michelle", she smiled. Her brunette bun wobbling around crazily on the top of her head. "You must be Mr Garrison?", She smiled as she held her hand out to the man clad in leather.
"N-no I'm Mr Slave. Jesus Christ", He whispered in his high-pitched voice. Michelle apologised and held her hand out to the actual Mr Garrison before a thought came to her mind.
"Mr Slave? I can't remember your name being on the list of people from South Park Elementary that were meant to come here. Did you even pay for a room?". She was sure that this Mr Slave hadn't been paid for. The fact that he had entered the camp in Mr Garrison's suitcase now had a reason behind it. Mr Garrison and Mr Slave did not want to pay for a second ticket. Before he could reply Al Gore jumped out of the cafeteria room and made his way towards us all. A back pack hanging loosely from his one hand.
"Hello guys. It's me. Al Gore", he introduced with a gluttonous smile. Some of the class awe-d, others gasped, while the rest muttered something about 'not him again'. The question about whether Mr Slave had paid was dropped altogether when the receptionist rolled her eyes at the appearance of the ex-vice-president. Al smiled to me and Tweek before handing us a camera from his backpack.
"Have this at the ready. Just incase you see something amazing. Make sure you're ready. I'm super cereal", He insisted knowingly. Me & Tweek just nodded in reply.
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"That's two!", our favourite murderer cheered as he fist pumped the air. Once he had finished serenading his latest animal-murder, he knelt down onto his knees to inspect the animal that was now lying wounded on the floor below him. It was only a baby bear of some kind, but he didn't care. One less animal alive meant one less animal that could maul his latest victim's corpse. He wanted to rapidly reduce the animal population before he continued on with his people-killing spree. He had too, otherwise any new victims he got would just be ripped to shreds before the media could tell it was he who had killed them. He needed the animals dead as much as he needed his victims dead. Once the mauling of the corpses he left around stopped, people wouldn't be so stupid as to blame the whole thing on that Alien Beast that no one had even seen. Finally getting up from his crouched postion, he turned around and started heading East so that he could head towards one of the forest's natural paths. He may have lived in the forest for most of his adult life, but he didn't want to get lost in the wilderness of the forest. He may have been batshit insane, but he wasn't stupid.
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"This seems far enough", Al stated to himself as he took his backpack from his back.
"What?", Mr Garrison asked as he continued to meddle with the map that was in Mr Slave's hands. We had been walking for atleast an hour now, and Mr Garrison had gotten us lost. That's right everybody. The person who had told us to stick to the path, and that if we got lost we were on our own... had gotten us lost. We were still on one of the forest paths. But we had no idea which path we were on.
"I need a piss", Al suddenly stated, before he snuck towards Tweek and I. "What? You two boys need a piss also. Well why don't you join me in that passage over there in a second. Make sure you have the camera on you". Once he had said this he walked over to the passage he had just directed us too.
"N-Nathan?".
"Yes Tweek?".
"I- I don't like w-where this is going". All I could do was agree.
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Our favourite murderer aimed his gun for a third time, deciding to quickly kill a third animal. From this angle it looked like some sort of Bear. It could've possibly been the mom or dad to the baby bear he had killed previous. He didn't care though. One more dead animal wouldn't hurt. Infact it would help. With a hushed breath, he pushed his finger down on the trigger.
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This was finally going to happen. People were finally going to believe in ManBearPig, and it was all Al's doing! Oh how the world was going to thank him! Zipping up his brand new ManBearPig costume, he chucked his backpack into a bush and then fixed his fake-pig nose onto his face. When that red-head and the crazy-haired blonde came into the passage. Then, they'd take a photograph. That photograph would be proof enough and then finally! Al Gore would get the recognition he deserved! Finally Al Gore be respected again! Finally he woul-
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Our favourite murderer jumped in the air happily fist pumping away, until he looked more closely at the animal. Except. This was no animal. This wasn't any animal he had seen before. It was a monstrosity. Like some failed genetic attempt at creating a new form of life. From the back it looked like a bear. From the front, a grotesque boar-like animal. In addition to this, it stood much like a humanoid would. It was like this animal was an abonimation. It shouldn't exist. It wasn't meant for this world. It's was too foreign for Earth. It was alie- 'Oh my fucking God', our murderer thought. He now believed all the stories of the alien beasts! It had been true all along, and he had been the one to kill it! He bet this made his mother very proud. Wait! If he only he had bought his dad's old video camera. Then he could've took it to the media! He could become famous without all the murdering that he'd been doing! He had to run! He had to run back to his house! He had to get his dad's video camera!
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"Mr Gore!", I shouted as me and Tweek made our way into the passage he had told us to go. We weren't entirely stupid so we had Mr Garrison come with us, while Mr Slave made sure none of the class ran off.
"Be quiet Nathan", Mr Garrison snapped as he looked around the passage. "You do know that if the wrong animal hears you out here then you are screwed". I looked down at the ground making sure not to speak until he grabbed my shoulder with his one hand, while grabbing Tweek's shoulder with his other. "What the fuck is that!", he gasped as he noticed a bloody, fur-like heap on the floor. As if by instinct I looked up at the body and took a picture with Al's camera. This is what he knew. He had come out here to kill that thing. He wanted to be remembered for this. Where was Al anyway? Had he died at the hands of that thing? I hope he hadn't. I admit he had been a bit of a douche, but I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. At the sight of the flash, Mr Garrison turned and glared at me before snatching the camera out of my hands.
"Have some respect you total retard", he snapped before proceeding to take some photos of the beast himself. Firstly from where we were standing, and then some from up close.
"W-we should ca-call the -ACK- police!", Tweek panicked as he tightened the grip on my sleeve drastically. Agreeing I nodded frantically in agreement, before I tightened my grip on Tweek's sleeve back, mainly to find some comfort in the fact that I wasn't the only one terrified by the situation. I was kind of glad Red hadn't been allowed to be my travel-buddy. I didn't want her to see the sight of blood and furry guts all over the place. I wouldn't of minded holding her hand to express my fear though. I would've been able to find comfort in her a lot easier than I did with Tweek. Oh God. Trust me to be thinking of Red at a time like this. Mr Garrison's laugh from infront of the creature bought me back to my senses. His laugh continued for a short moment before he turned to face us.
"You two are right. When the police get here, I'll be able to sell this photo's for quite a lot of money", he mused as a smile grew on his face at the thought. With this he took his phone from his pocket and called the police.
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A half-hour had passed before our favourite murderer had made it back to his home. As soon as he had entered the room, he had snatched his dad's camera from a pile of junk left on the floor. As he went to leave the room, he noticed that he had forgot to turn the television off earlier. He also noticed that on the television, the news was being shown. He also noticed that on the news, a picture of the Alien Beast he had just killed was being shown. He also noticed that while displaying the picture, the news reporter was busily talking, to a cop at the scene.
"Isn't it just remarkable... and slightly ironic Mr Barbrady. That out of all the people that could have slain this beast... it ended up being a class of 4th graders?". The cop didn't have chance to reply before the news correspondent continued. "I mean, we've had the police force looking for this murderer. We've even had FBI representatives and someone from the military. But a class of 4th graders managed to succeed where everyone else failed". Our murderer's eyes widened in anger.
"What!", He snarled. His face contorting to a form of pure wrath and envy. He truly couldn't believe this. Once again his praise had been taken from him. His shot at being famous. Gone. Stolen by a bunch of fourth graders. Before the news correspondent could insult Officier Barbrady's intelligence anymore, the murderer gave his television an almighty punch, causing the screen to static and splinter for the second time that week. "No", He uttered as he stood himself up. Flinging his cap to the floor, he stared towards the wall of hands behind him. "I- I can still be famous mother!", he argued. No one argued back, but he acted as if someone had. "I- don't need no beast mother! I can get famous the way I've been trying all this time!", he spat, while turning to look towards the hands nailed on the wall. Giving one a stroke, he began to speak to it in a much more quiet and content tone. "I know a class of 4th graders that can join you on that wall if you feel lonely". The hand made no noise in return. A normal person would tell you that it couldn't, because hands didn't have mouths. However, our murderer wasn't a normal person. He nodded at the hand as if it had given him some sort of mental message. His shot at stardom wasn't over just yet!
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Chapter Thirteen; KAPOW! SECOND UPDATE TODAY! How was that for a chapter? I decided to put the romantic side of the story on the back burner so that I could progress the main story forward a whole lot. Were you expecting it? I hope you guys weren't. I hope it was unexpected and a good twist of sorts. On one side, I no longer have to write Al Gore chapters! Because BANG. He's dead. On the other side... our favourite murderer now has a vendetta on the fourth graders of South Park Elementary. Yeah, I know killing Al off was a bit drastic... He played a big part of the story but his part in it had finally sizlled out... Sometimes that's just how the cookie crumbles I guess.
The next bunch of chapters are going to be set back in South Park. So you all can prepare to welcome Cartman back to the story with wide open arms! Also expect a few chapters on the festival mentioned earlier in the story... Expect chapters slightly depicting a Stick Of Truth-like game going on in the background. (Nothing too revealing or spoilerific).
Before I forget. The one-off spin-offs are going to happen eventually. I just want this story done and dusted. Once that's done, I'll begin posting the one-off spin-offs on a seperate story. I'll name the chapters something obvious, so that you would know when they occur in this story and the such.
Finally... Yet another thanks to Cortez30 and IhateMarySue'sSoooooMuch for the reviews. I agree IHMSSM. Alot of South Park characters could do with a whole lot more development to be honest! & Cortez30, Kyle's my favourite character out of the main 4 boys. So highfive ahaha!
Disclaimer; No. South Park Isn't Mine.