A/N: Pardon my laziness and my lack of wanting to update. But now, I will present you with this. The second chapter of shooting the bird. I have chosen most of my characters; only because they fit perfectly with the situation I've deemed in my head. But enough of that, I'll continue with the chapter. By the way, the P.O.V's will be switching a bit between Tuesday and Kenny. Jussayin. Tuesday is first.
Tuesday Acqua's P.O.V
I always had several different feelings when they left.
For one, I was nervous. But I had gotten used to the subtle nervousness that overtook my brain whenever my friends went on missions. I was anxious, anxious for them to return okay and to brag endlessly about how much ass they kicked. I felt impatience, I wanted them to come back. And most of all, I was scared. Scared that one of them wouldn't return at all.
But then I would remember that if anyone died we'd all reek hell on whoever killed them then ask Damien to bring them back. Which he would, because he and Pip go out and I'm really close to Pip.
So after awhile all my feelings would disappear.
Except for that one feeling of regret. I don't know what I regret, or what I would regret. Maybe that little feeling of horror if one of my friends DID die. Like that one time when Kenny died in battle and he didn't revive the next day, I was devastated. Everyone treated me like a baby and kept repeating "I'm sorry, Tues". I'm sorry, Tues? Why just me? They were all sad too and I just don't get why I had to be singled out as the one who needed the most sympathy. I mean, I know they think that Kenny and I have some thing going on but we clearly don't if he can always flirt with some floosy whenever the hell he wants to weither I'm there or not. Because it's almost like he has no idea how I feel about-
Anyways, as I was saying.
I just needed to busy myself, so I decided to chart the super heroes and their abilities once again. I don't care what Kenny says, I AM the damn that girl. I pulled out the pink file cabinet, the one for the female super heroes. There weren't many. Mallory, Ollie, Malory, Circe, Addie and Sadie. Six operatives, but because of the firm anti-female thing, only Sadie was a permanent member. The others were back up.
Olivia Jackson.
Category: Plant/Wildlife.
"The Green Tea" has the natural ability to find sources of life in any general area. Healing powers, connection to plants that allows her to use their nurturing abilities on others.
Shortened Nickname: Wisp/GT.
Sadie Broflovski.
Catogory: Physcological Crossover
"Bionic Red" is in tune with her own emotions, and her different hair colors are the result .
Naomi Circe Charice Smith
I paused when I reached Naomi's file. Why? Well, I wasn't exactly fond of her. I didn't hate her; that's petty, especially for my reason. I kinda didn't like her for two reasons. One because she always has Kenny's attention and his eyes glued to her ass, and she doesn't even notice it. Also because she likes Cartman. I don't get what Sadie and Naomi see in that tub of lard, but alright. I don't know why I cared about Kenny's attention. He's a slut, his eyes are practically glued to everyone's ass. Maybe it was because of my inflamed ego over the years that always knew that it was supposedly one of the prettiest girls in school. At least that's what everyone said, but I didn't believe them. Naomi, on the other hand, is hot. If I didn't know better I'd say she turned me bi-sexual. But I don't like her, because she has one thing that I don't have.
So I decided to put the file down and frown in a huff. As I was putting them down, I swore I could have heard a weird, bumping noise. Like something settling recklessly in a corner. I shrugged.
"Maybe if you talked to him instead of fighting him all the time, you two would actually make some progress." I frowned at the voice. I knew who it was, but I didn't turn around. That noise wasn't him, either, so I didn't think about it. Much.
"Shut up Stan, you and Wendy fight all the time." I huffed and flopped my small body down on my red swivel chair, picking up a purple, well sharpened pencil and began doodling like mad.
"Was that supposed to be a come back? I like her, I acknowledged that years ago. We've been together since like 3rd grade soooooo," He swung on the banister pole for awhile and then jumped off, landing on his feet and shrugging. I always liked Stan, as a brother. It's because he always got me, ALWAYS.
"I'm..I'm not his type."
"Well if you mean you're not an easy slut, you're correct. But he likes you because you aren't an easy slut. He likes you because you're smart, and one of the hottest girls in this freaking town. Jesus."
I never understood what people saw in me. So I have dark orange hair and bright hazel eyes. Nothing special to me. But, he likes me..because I'm not like other girls? That stuff only happens in movies and books and tv shows and stupid frilly fanfictions..
"You just set yourself up, you know." Stan murmered, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest.
"What?"
"Nothinnnn"
"Stan baby can you help me with the files? I'm trying to re-sort the weapon systems with the super hero weaknesses. I can't mix those up." I dropped a load of files in his hands, some red, some blue. He sighed and began sorting. It was quiet, as we sorted files together on the black rug in the shape of a large M. He glanced in my direction then looked away. I glanced in his direction, then our eyes met. He pursed his lips, and I quirked my eyebrow. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"So are you gonna tell me or do we have to play like telepathy bull shit all day." I asked calmly, placing the white paper inside a blue folder with Mallory Sacremento's name typed in bold black on the front.
"I think Wendy's mad at me"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"You knew?"
"Been known Stan. Been. Known."
"But why?" His voice started getting a little raspy; a little worried. Kind of like the voice he made when he was being weird emo Stan. I tried to hold back my laugh. He noticed.
"Aww Stan baabbbyyyy" I swooned, trying to get him uncomfortably aroused. He blushed and returned to the files, trying to ignore me. I laughed again and placed my head is his lap. He gasped. I beckoned him to come closer, and he hesitated a bit. When he finally bent, I whispered in his ear.
"She's mad because you forgot your 3 years and five month anniversary. Personally I think that's crazy, but she's your bitch." I shrugged in his lap and his lips pursed in concentration. I watched him do so. He dropped his eyelids in a bored, nonchalant way and casually waved his arm around, as if dismissing the problem. He looked down at me.
"So should I buy her a ring or something cause I've never heard of such bullshit in my life. But to avoid conflict, I'll do what she asks. She's so creative, though. 3 years and five months.."
Usually when Stan goes on about Wendy I tune him out. But I somewhat listened this time, and studied his expression. It was nothing short of adorable. His face cocked slightly to the side, his shoulders dropped a little when he sighed, he had a goofy smile on his face, the one you would draw with a whole bunch of swiggly lines. I sat up lowly, not wanting to shake him out of his Wendy-daze. He blinked when I moved, and his expression suddenly turned worried. He opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted.
"Three years and five months. Three years shows strong commitment so you should buy her a ring. Never gold, that's an incline to marriage and you don't want that to happen in case you break up, which is unlikely. Get her a silver one, preferably one with a small pink heart on it. We're eleven, make sure it's really shiny with some bright, bright bright mega ultra bright pink rhinestones. Or, if you want to go all out, I'll help you choose the ring so you don't fuck up. As for the five months, buy her five flower arrangements. I'll help you with that, too. Any questions?"
He stared at me for a couple of minutes, then gave me a hug. I hugged him back.
"Thank you, Tuesday. What would I do with out you?"
"Get back to these files, that's what. Maybe you should do it in the kitchen, I have girly crap in here that I'll deal with myself."
He nodded and got up to enter the small kitchen area that I had my friend build. It was really nice, had a microwave and a little fridge and table and everything. I pressed a few buttons on the outside of the kitchen door, setting it to sound proof. He can't hear me, but I can hear him.
I turned around smoothly and walked towards the stairs. I opened the cabinet and removed a bottle of water. I dumped the water in the corner of the room and heard a horrified yelp.
"Oh hey Malory I didn't see you there nope not at all." I rolled my eyes as she shook her blonde self, aggravated that I poured the water on her and wondering how I knew she was there. She was wearing her bright pink jacket and a green t-shirt with blue jeans. I ruined her t-shirt, of course.
"How'd you know I was there..?" She asked, her voice ringing like bells. I handed her a towel and she dropped it, twice, before almost slipping on it. Did I mention she was clumsy?
"I'm your mission assigner and your combat trainer. I know everything about everyone up in this bitch." She laughed quietly, more like a silent chuckle. I turned around nonchalantly and began to polish a trophy Stan won once during an undercover mission. He had to dress as a lesbian and spy on Ellen Degeneres..
"Oh."
"But yeah, I know you came here because you wanted to check up on Stan and you're in love with him and all that" Her eyes bulged out of her head when I mentioned that, trying to restrain a laugh at her horrified expression.
"WHO TOLD YOU THAT? IT'S NOT TRUE, I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM LIKE THAT." She shouted. I was already chilling on the black M again, I wasn't paying attention to her denials anymore than she expected me to. Everyone knew about her crush on Stan, it was as obvious as Kurt and Blaine being in love. It was undeniable, and a sure thing. Everyone knew about it, but the guys. Guys are stupid, completely unregistered when it comes to affection. But all the girls knew, so I don't know why she keeps denying it.
"Oh right, that's like saying Kyle isn't Jewish or Cartman isn't a fatass. You're totally in love with him and it's time to fess up and grow some lady balls and tell him." I took a can of coke from the desk and began sipping it slowly.
"I'll tell him I like him when you tell Kenny you've been in love with him since 3rd grade."
I spit out my coke and began choking, fiercely. She smirked at this reaction but tried to help me. I gasped.
That's when the computer screen began booping and and beeping and red lights began flaring like police sirens. I ran to the computer and unlocked it.
"This is Station T.A 11, what's going on?" I spoke instinctively into the microphone headphone thing I placed on my head not two seconds ago. Malory rushed to my side and watched. I frantically pushed several buttons until the screen returned to normal, and I could see Sadie's face clearly.
"This is Bionic Red, come in T.A." She repeated. I acknowledged her request.
"What happened?"
I heard a clang in the background and saw Clyde jump over a piece of metal. My throat tightened. Sweat began to form at the base of my forehead. I knew my voice was to crack, but I couldn't just sit here.
"Do you need reinforcements? Are you okay? Where's Olivia? Why isn't Stan there?" I kept throwing questions at her like daggers, even though I was supposed to be remaining calm, keeping the peace and remaining in order.
"I sent him back to warn you. Did he?" Sadie said, clenching her teeth as the camera shook, I knew something was up. I just didn't know what, and I was panicking. I felt heat rise up the back of my neck in a fury. Why hadn't he warned me? Did it just slip his mind?
I raced towards the door in a rage, clicking the buttons to open it. It flung open when I pressed the M symbol. Stan was sitting there, chewing on some brownies my mother had made. I twitched.
"Get your punk ass up." I whispered, grinding my teeth together . I felt my hands close into tight fists. He looked up from his chewing and stared at me.
"So what's wrong with you?"
"Apparently you were sent back here for a reason. Do you remember?"
"Noooooooo-oooohhhhhhhhh crap. OH. Uh Sadie and Kenny need help downtown cause this kid is going crazy and Kenny's hurt and-"
"Wait what?"
I turned around and dashed towards the monitor again, shouting feverently at the screen where Sadie was.
"Sadie? SADIE! Where's Kenny?"
"What?" She screamed, looking at me like I was crazy.
"WHERE. IS. KENNY." I cried, shaking the monitor again. She gulped. My eyes starting hurting. Angst was everywhere. My head was going to implode. Why won't she ANSWER me?
"Is the silence slowly killing you?" Sadie chuckled, then ducked. I shook my head.
"Malory, please go help them." I threw Malory her watch and she changed by switching it from the red, normal mode to the blue, superhero mode. She raced outside with Stan behind her when Circe came bolting in.
"Heyyyy Tuesdayyyyy" She remarked, sitting on the ground next to me. Great, just what I needed. A distraction when my friends were being killed.
"Circe, be quiet."
"But what if I don't feel like it?"
"Circe, now is not the time nor the place."
"Tuesday, we need you down here. Now!" Sadie shouted, then the communicator shut off. I felt my mouth go dry. I'm not a fighter. I'm the base, the glue. I don't do anything but keep everyone together. I couldn't possibly go down there. And besides, Kenny said not to leave. To be safe as long as I can and I-
Kenny. He needed me, They all did.
"If you don't wanna go I can go for you, no sweat." Circe offered, standing up and brushing her black skinny jeans. I wanted to turn around and clock her in the face. I just do not LIKE this girl! But if I hit her, I'd get blood on her hoodie. It's a nice hoodie.
"That's not necessary, I got this." I whispered, grabbing my own emergency watch. I hesitated, I never used my powers on anyone before. I never really needed to. Of course I practiced, but-
"Are you saying I'm not good enough? Huh? I can prove you wrong any day of the week!"
"If that was supposed to be a pun of some kind, I'm terribly disappointed. Everyone's aware that my name is Tuesday, it's not funny anymore. Day of the week, har har. But if you make idle threats, I'd prefer it not to be on a Tuesday. It's irrationally stupid and I don't think the audience can handle it." I mused, annoyed with her bluntly effortless joke.
"You callin' me stupid now? I'm not stupid, I'm smart." She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. I sighed, strapping my watch into place. I didn't have time for this.
"No hablo estupido." I shouted, casually waving her goodbye while darting out the door. I could faintly hear her remark.
"AYE! YOU DO TO SPEAK ENGLISH!"
I ran as fast as I could, downtown wasn't far from here. I gasped when I bent the corner. It wasn't as bad as I expected. A broken window or two, a fire hydrant going haywire and a crashed car behind the alley. It was dark, not a sound I could hear. No one was moving, it was deserted.I couldn't find my friends, not any of them.
"Olivia?" I shouted, I heard my frail voice bounce off the walls.
Olivia? Livia? Via? Via?
"SSSSAAAADDDIIIIEEEE!"
Sadddiieee! Saaddiieee!
"Clyde? Clyde?"
Clyde? Clyde?
"Stan? Stan, come on you guys, this isn't funny!"
I was about to break down in tears when I screamed one more time.
"KENNY?"
Kennnnnnyyyyyy?
Suddenly I heard the smallest of sounds. I was suddenly very alert of my surroundings. I crutched down into a bent position, like a lion ready to pounce. I listened, harder. I could hear something, Breathing. It was a person. I looked up from my position and saw a black figure with a cape flapping in the wind. My heart skipped a beat.
"Oh my gosh, Kenny, I was so worried about you! Where are the others? Don't ever scare me like that again, okay? Jesus didn't you hear me calling for you?"
He didn't respond. That was strange, usually he's be the first to make a snippy comment towards me and my constant over reacting. Why wasn't he paying attention to me now?
"Kenny?" I asked. The figure shifted, and started walking towards me. I froze. He or she didn't make any sounds when she moved. I couldn't move, nothing else registered in my head anymore but one word.
Panic.
I reached for my watch and began dialing it furiously, when the slow, stalky figure stopped walking, and ran towards me. I stepped out of the way and he missed. He was gone again. Then he tapped my shoulder. Before he could move, I grabbed his hand and threw him over me. He winced, but sprang back up in the slightest of seconds. I blocked his punches, because I recognized them. I attempted to kick, but I missed. Horribly. He jumped over me and the minute he landed, I trip him. He fell, but then got back quick. To quick. He started running away, when I heard something.
"MOTHERFUCKER." Both of us turned around to see who it was. It was Cartman. Wonderful.
I heard a pained gasp coming from one of the corners. I could have sworn I knew that gasp from somewhere…
"You trying to rome my streets, villain? Are you trying to plumit the little good we have on this horrible jew-crawling earth with sadness? How many women have you raped? How many banks have you robbed? HOW MANY LIVES WILL YOU DESTROY BEFORE YOU'RE DISGUSTING LUST ENDS? I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU." He spit on the ground nearest his shoes and charged toward him in a rage. I stepped back to watch him make an ass out of himself. He charged toward the figure, but he just stood there. He had a champion' smirk, and confident stance. I wouldn't be afraid of Cartman either, but having an enraged fatass run towards you isn't exactly relaxing, no normal sane person would bear that expression. Cartman continued to run, obviously getting tired because we were a little far away from him, and I noticed something about the figure's costume. On the inside of his hood, a tiny, tiny detail, there was a black bird with a clover in it's left hook. A clover? How corny. A four leafed one no less.
And that's when it hit me, the blackbird. He was familiar, he was dangerous. Oh, no.
"Cartman, wait!" I shouted, but it was too late.
The dark figure raised his hand and lifted to finger ups close together like a closed peace sign. As soon as Cartman's fat little body got near him, he jabbed the largest vein in his neck, his collar bone, and the back of his neck. Cartman's pupils dialated, he froze, and then he fell to the ground hopeless and lifeless, almost like he was frozen. I looked at him in horror when the figure turned around to face me. Wonderful, I was going to die in an alley. I always thought I'd die like, asleep or something.
"Cartman! Nooo!" I turned around and noticed Sadie coming out from behind a dumpster. She was angry, I could tell because her hair was a burning, pitch black and her steel arm was throbbing. She lifted that arm and pointed it towards the figure, and I heard the faint chick-chick as she loaded it.
"Sadie, no! We don't take vengeance!" I heard another voice, obviously being Kyle. Sadie didn't pay attention, she just kept shifting her arm to different modes and levels. She glanced at Cartman and I saw her hair flash to blue for a second, then back to black when she remembered why he was on the ground like that. Rain began to pour as she shifted her steel arm one last time.
"Say goodbye, motherf- Damnit!" She shouted, as she tripped over the sidewalk. I wanted to laugh, but the seriousness of the situation prevented it. The figure did chuckle though, and that made her hair blacker, if that were possible. She stood up and fired, the boom of the paint ball so loud everyone had to cover their ears. I ducked out of the way, so did the figure. In a quick, ninja like move he was behind me, and he grabbed me and out his hand over my mouth. I kicked and punched but the bastard is a slick bitch.
That's when I heard a furious snarl and a loud snap, and suddenly my mouth was free, and I could move again. I did a front flip forward over to Cartman and Sadie, making sure he was alright. She smiled at me, even though it was clear that she was upset because her hair was a deep blue. She sighed
"Maybe now..maybe when he wakes up he'll notice me" She sighed.
The figure-evil-person-thing's feet were tied up in a tight knot and Stan was kicking him in the face. I tried to comfort Sadie as she poked Cartman gently, trying to wake him up. He mumbled under his unconcious breath.
"Damn..dirty...Jew...drag queen..." Sadie tried to smile, but it hurt her because he wasn't saying it to her face. I felt for Cartman's pulse on the side of his neck, when I noticed a mark on his that I'd never seen before. It was a dark, small little smudge. It clearly was some sort of shape that meant something, I just couldn't figure it out.
"Ow!" I heard someone yelping. I turned around to watch Stan kicking, and Malory's chanting.
"...And that's what you get for messing with Cartman!" She shouted, then Stan kicked him again, "And THAT'S what you get for trying to hurt Tuesday!" Stan kicked again after Malory shouted. It's like they were a tag team, her giving Stan more reasons to kick his ass more than usual. Suddenly the figure jolted up again and pushed Malory off, somehow the lasso had loosened and he was up in a split second again, and he ran. Kenny sprang into action, but Stan stopped him.
"What's the matter with you? He's getting away!" Kenny said, dropping his shoulders. Stan shook his head as if to say, let him go, we have bigger things to deal with right now. Kenny sighed a defeated, disgruntled sigh and trudged over to me while Stan helped Malory up. I didn't notice before but Kyle was right behind Sadie, comforting her in the silent, cousin like telepathy that they shared. Kenny plopped himself down next to me, a little bit away from Cartman's body.
"Are you okay?" He asked, breathlessly, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. "Did he hurt you?"
"I'm f-fine, Kenny. Just a little shaken up is all. I'm worried about Cartman."
"Why didn't you stay in the lair? This is why I don't want you around this kind of stuff, Tuesday, it's dangerous!"
"I couldn't just sit there and watch you guys fight. I needed to do something. Besides, it's clear that you need me-"
"What I need is for you to stay safe and out of harms way." He frowned, standing up. I huffed and went in the other direction, and he followed me.
"What is your problem? I swear you are just like my dad and my brother! You don't think I can do anything for myself. Is it because I'm a girl? That's stupid and sexist! I'm fine by myself, I don't need to watching and protecting me like a guard dog!" I shouted, crossing my arms over my wet chest. It was still raining, so my hair was wet and sticking the my face. Kenny sighed.
"You don't understand, I protect you because you're reckless!" He fumed, stomping his foot and making direct eye contact with me. I felt several different emotions cloud my judgement, and I didn't care. I didn't care what I was going to say next, I didn't care who's feelings it hurt, I was just angry.
"I'm reckless? Me? Are you serious!" I dropped my hands down and felt them curl into fists. "Do you know what I can do with my hands right now?"
He smirked. "I can think of a lot of things."
"Shut up!"
"But Tuesday, really, I don't doubt your awesomeness, it's just that I-"
"It's just that you SUCK! You, my parents, my brother, my whole family! No one believes in me! I've had security guards since I was two! My brother has always harassed every guy I hang out with, my dad slugs HALF my friends, and then you, on top of it all, RESERVE me from having fun! I can do things too, you know. I'm just as much of a bad ass as everyone else! Fuck you, Kenny! You will never understand me! No one will! But I'll show you, I swear to god I'm going to fucking show you, and everyone else who's ever doubted me!" I barked at him, then turned around and stomped off in a rage. I was so tired of people calling me a baby, thinking that I can't do anything. We had a mystery on our hands, and a man down, and your asking me why I came to help? What the hell?
But, the mystery. That clover, and the weird black shape on Cartman's neck. It was like a missing prophecy of some kind, like an oracle. The weird guy in the hood, who was he? I needed to figure this out, with or without their help. I guess it's time to pull off the little scientist gloves and put on something heavier and more becoming of me. Something that would smack everyone dead in the face. I'll show you, McCormick.
A/N: WOOOO! Long time no see, huh? What is this like, four or five months? Oh my god, I'm so sorry. But I'm on summer vacation now, so, more updates! I'm a freshman! YAY! But um yes, I have decided on he characters and how many chapters there are to be. This is going to be a ten chapter story. Yes, quite short, isn't it? I might extend it as the story progresses but, this is the ideal amounts of chapters. So yes, Review? I'm so sorry for neglecting you guys. Bye bye!