Hello true believers, here is the latest installment of THE SOUTH PARK KILLER.
You may have to sleep with the light on!
OOPS! I didn't mean to make you bleed.
The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor and four boys stepped out. An unusually fat one armed with a Samurai Sword, a boy in an orange hoodie wielding a shotgun and two average sized boys; one with a green hat and a boy and arrow, and a boy in a blue and red hat with a lead pipe.
The fluorescent lights were blinking as they looked closer at their surroundings.
Water was dripping from the ceiling and blood smeared the walls.
Kyle looked sick and Stan covered his mouth with his hand. Kenny's knees buckled and he almost fell down. Cartman's face was ghostly pale and his expression emotionless.
Thumping noises down the hall to their right made everyone turn to the noise. Stan tried to run into the elevator but it slid halfway shut. The lights inside the elevator went off as did the blinking fluorescent lights.
The thumping noises stopped and footsteps could be heard walking away followed by rattling noises.
Kenny gulped and whispered, "C-c-co-come o-on g-guys."
"What did we get ourselves into." They all thought.
They rounded a corner to see the teenager in his patient's outfit 20 ft away at the far end of the hall. His back was facing the boys and he was holding one of those heart rate machines that doctors put on rollers and a 5ft tall pole. The teen was waving it back and forth trying to keep 5 cloaked figures at bay.
The boys were too stunned to do anything but watch.
"Isn't that the witness we are supposed to be protecting!" said Cartman rather loudly.
The boys snapped back into reality, and yelled to the boy to run in their direction.
The boy turned around and ,in that moment's hesitation, one of the cloaked figures lunged at him. The boy threw the boy sending the figure flying into its four companions. As they struggled to get slipping on IV fluid the boy limped towards the lil detectives. He was wearing a body bandage much like Barbrady had only it was much more stained with blood. As he hobbled over he waved his arms and started yelling-
"Run, you fools, run for your lives!" he yelled before he stumbled into the four boys.
The boy was panting heavily and his eyes were closed.
"What do we do?" hissed Stan his eyes wide with fear.
"We'll take the kid." said Cartman quickly pointing towards Kyle and Stan, his eyes darting towards the cloaked figures still slipping on fluid.
"Kenny you stay and sacrifice yourself for us." Cartman finished.
"What the fuck!" yelled Kenny angrily.
Cartman started running down the hall away from the cloakies.
"You will be missed!" yelled Cartman as he started running down the stairwell.
Kyle and Stan were holding up the teen and they both looked at Kenny.
Kenny nodded and the boys quickly went down the hallway, horrible guilt written all over their faces. The boy in their arms stirred.
"What's your name?" asked Stan.
"Scott…" he whispered
Kenny turned to see his best friends head down the stairs on the opposite end of the hallway. Kenny stood at the corner of the hallway.
The figures would have to get past Kenny to get to his friends.
"The bad part is I've got 4 bullets five enemies and I don't know how to use this thing," Thought Kenny,
"Yep I'm going to die, same shit as always just a different day." Kenny thought to himself as the cloakies started running towards him pulling out knives and revolvers.
Cartman started the engine of the car. I didn't start.
"Come you son of a bitch," thought Cartman trying the ignition again," Work, please."
The classic car suddenly roared to life all the bells and whistles lighted up.
Cartman grabbed the phone books off the floor just as Kyle, Stan, and Scott got into the car. Scott was unconscious and Stan and Kyle looked like they just ran a mile.
"You left us back there…fatass!" said Stan his voice labored.
"Hey you would have done the same thi-"began Cartman before they heard shots in the hospital.
BANG bang bang bang BANG bang bang BANG bang! Then there was a crash. The boys looked to the top floor just in time to see Kenny get shot out of a window and land in the bushes 100 feet below.
"Oh my God…….they…...killed Kenny!" said Stan breathing heavily.
"You bastards!" yelled Kyle his eyes were red with hot tears he banged on the car window for at least 45 seconds before slumping down in his seat.
"Whoever Kenny was, I'm sure he was a good person," whispered Scott his eyes still closed.
"Scott where do you live?" asked Eric his face stone sea his eyes watering.
"1771 Middleton Street."
"Then that's where we are headed."
Eric pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed down Broughton Street.
4 cloakies stepped out of the front door and watched the BMW leave.
"Do we pursue?" asked the shortest one.
"Not right now." said the tallest.
"Although we still have more targets to take out before the night is over, we will still take out the primary targets we will wait to gather more forces to take them out at their homes. Meanwhile our other agents will get started without us. Our employers will be disappointed about our failure here but we can make up for it by completing the rest of tonight's mission."
"You will go and tell our sleeper cell's we attack tonight." he continued looking back at the short one, "Tell them to meet us at the warehouse tomorrow morning in case any survive."
The short nodded and set off in a motorcycle in the opposite direction.
Five cloaked figures approached a fairly large house set on a hill it was near 11:00 p.m. One light was on in an upstairs window. The cloakies crept up the driveway and to the side of the house. There was a large tree on the side of the house with a sturdy looking branch that stretched out to 3 feet away from the window.
Inside 15 girls were having a slumber party. Among them was Bebe Wendy that Mormon girl named Rebecca Cutswald, that Goth girl and several other of the fourth grade girls.
"Okay girls." Said Bebe calming down all the chatter, it is time… FOR A GHOST STORY!!" All the girls looked intrigued.
Wendy got up and turned out the light. She thought she saw something flicker outside the window, but she just shrugged and sat down. Bebe walked over to beside her bed. Everyone turned to look at her so their backs were facing the window.
From outside the cloakies looked in. Two of them were settled in the branches while a third snuck in from the attic window. No one inside heard the muffled crash. One stood behind the hedges incase anyone tried to run through the front, while one was stationed likewise towards the rear of the house.
The man in the attic dropped to his knees and listened to hear voices. He crept along until he heard lots of noise coming from under him. He looked to see a strip of wood sticking out 1 foot away.
"That's the door." He thought.
Back on the tree branches one of the men crept farther out to where he was right on the edge of the branch. Inside he counted 12 girls sitting Indian style in pajamas watching one blonde girl with a flashlight under her chin tell a story. HE looked back to his comrade in the bushes and he nodded.
Pulling out a gleaming knife he leaped toward the window.
Outside 8 boys were walking towards the house under the covers of darkness armed with super soaker. They were Bill, Terrance, and Fosse, Clyde, Craig, Dougie, Damien and Butters.
Clyde was out on front. They came up to the houses gate and started walking up the 100ft long driveway. They cut through the yard halfway there and started walking to the back door. When they were almost to the door Craig saw someone leap from a branch and through a window. "What the –" said Terrance seeing the same thing said before a cloaked figure walked from the shadows to stand in front of them. He didn't say a word and the boys were too frightened to speak, expect for he Butters. He was so scared he wouldn't shut up.
"Uh if you are Bebe's dad w-we are so sorry to have b-b-b-bothered you and we will just leave right now and r-r-un on home if you want us to I'm sorry p-p-p-please don't tell my mom." Butter's dropped his gun and started backing away. He turned to see another figure come from the front of the house.
The cloaky had seen the boys when they came up the driveway and decided to follow them. Their fate was sealed they were trapped.
10 miles away one hour ago
Cartman stopped the car. Scott was moaning.
"We have to get him some medicine and bandages," Said Kyle, "Or he won't make it."
"I'm fine; all I need is some Tylenol, rubbing alcohol and some gauze."
"I have all that at my house, plus my parents are out of town!" said Stan.
"My place is right down the street.
The boys arrived at Stan's house and bandaged him up.
"Food." Said Scott.
Stan went into the Kitchen.
"Now tell us what happened," said Cartman as they sat on the couch.
Stan came back from the kitchen bearing leftover Pizza Hut.
Scott then told them of how he and his friends were attacked.
At the end of the story Scott said,"While at the Hospital those cloakies came in and started killing doctors and nurses. They were looking for my room. A couple of them got stabbed with some syringes that killed them but the rest started yanking out the machines keeping people alive.
One of them came to my room and when he saw who I was he started bragging about how his organization, what was it called," Scott thought for a moment," Oh yeah, it was called CASP. He started talking about how they were going to kill everyone in South Park. He said we would just be a typo on a map," Scott paused for a moment, "after that a really tall cloaky walked in. The big one took one look at me and pulled out a knife. As he walked over I grabbed my IV pole and the rest is history. You guys saved my life and I don't even know your names."
"I'm Kyle Broflovski."
"I'm Stan Marsh."
"We are totally fucked."
Everyone looked at Cartman.
He motioned for them look out the window.
Everyone got up to see what he was talking about.
They looked out the window to see 5 black SUV's park in front of the house and about 3 dozen cloakies step out.
Kenny's eyes flickered toward their weapons. They dove for their weapons. Stan reached in a drawer and pulled out a gun. He tossed it to Scott.
"It's my dad's." Stan said shortly.
Cartman said, "We have to get to the garage and in the car before they burst through the walls!"
"Too late." Stan said as he looked at 3 cloaskies that had just burst through the window blocking the narrow hallway leading to the garage.
The hallway was to narrow and too short to allow more cloakies to come in that way.
Suddenly the boys heard crashes from upstairs and the back door being kicked down.
Soon 20 cloakies surrounded them as the boys formed a circle.
The cloakies then pulled out guns and knives and a few machine guns.
"Oh shit." Said Scott.
The tall cloaky from earlier stepped out to face the boys. He was carrying a very large pistol.
"Any last words?" he asked. He was probably smiling under the hood.
"No." he said in a mocking.
"Then you die!"
He lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You will have to wait only a little longer to find out what happened to the girls at the slumber party, Clyde, Craig and the party crashers, and of course Eric, Kyle, Stan, and Scott.
I promise to you the next chapter will blow your mind.
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