Kyle couldn't see or hear. The blue was all around him. He didn't inhale and yet he was breathing normally. He looked down. Or better yet his view shifted down. Kyle couldn't feel his body. As his view shifted he saw a window. His mind swam towards it and he peered through the glass. He saw South Park on fire.
On the other sides of this blue realm Cartman and Stan were experiencing the same experience. Almost instantaneously they all touched the glass and it stated glowing red hot.
On the other side of the glass…
Gunfire littered the street. The cloaky that killed the Three was walking with his squad. The deserted street was narrow and all of the windows were broken in. The five of them together were tracking stragglers. CASP paid well he thought. The assault rifle in his hand was top shelf. He heard footsteps and his squad turned to see another 5 man squad pass by. The squads saluted and the walked towards each other.
"Viva La Revoulucion!" The shout rang out as a face appeared in all 32 windows on the two buildings flanking the mercenary's. The cloaky used his military training and crouched making him a smaller target as he rolled behind a large metal dumpster. He peeked out just in time to see his 9 comrades get slain with rocks and small pistol fire, and their bodies dragged off the street. One of his cloaky friends groaned and was pistol whipped by an ugly balding woman in all green. "It was an ambush" he thought as there was no trace anything had happened. Who knows how many squads have been killed or will be killed?
The cloaky dared another look from the dumpster and saw 2 scores of his comrades chasing 3 kids. The kids were captured and exterminated as they walked between the buildings. The cloaky knew he had maybe 10 seconds before they were killed. He made a split second decision. "Run! There in the buildings are enemies!" said the cloaky while running at his men waving his arms. His comrades acted quickly. They peppered the buildings with gunfire as they were shot at from above. The cloaky ducked and leapt behind a wall. Suddenly waves of South Parkians burst through the buildings right behind him. He was luckily obscured from their vision. The cloakies met them with knife and gun. It was over in a matter of minutes. His comrades were defeated, all but 13 were dead and being held captive, and once again he survived an ambush that he could do nothing to prevent. As he sat behind his wall the South Parkians cleared out and headed towards the center of town.
Kenny was driving the Hummer in silence towards Wal-Mart with the kids from school, Clyde, Butters, Dougie, Terrance, Fosse, Bebe, the Mormon kids, Wendy and other assorted characters were packed in at about 8 to a row. Kenny had borrowed the Hummer from Bebe's garage when he rescued the surviving girls. The vehicle suddenly gurgled to a stop. "We are out of gas," said Kenny his voice reaching every ear although he was whispering. "I think I see an Exxon up ahead. "I'll push," said Kenny. 2 minutes later Kenny had pushed the Hummer with 24 kids in it to the Exxon. It was deserted until a light came on inside. Growing restless kids piled out to see what was going on. The door swung open and several cloakies came through carrying guns. The girls screamed and the kids tried to get back into the car. Kenny jumped backed into the driver's seat and flipped on the high beams temporarily blinding the attackers. As the cars doors closed, Kenny slammed the reverse and the huge SUV hurled from the lot and into the street. The cloakies fired at the truck as Kenny led them towards WAL-MART. "I thought we were out of gas!" someone said as the gas station disappeared from view. Kenny looked at his hands. They were glowing, as was the hood of the car. "We are running on pure unleaded Kenny Juice," Kenny exclaimed.
The townspeople had been pushed back towards Wal-Mart. The local gun club was on the roof, and the citizens were congregated in the parking lot having barricaded the street with dog food stopping the cloakies from getting in. Everyone had a weapon ranging from kitchen knives on brooms, hunting guns, crossbows, and chainsaws. The town of 6,000 had been cut down to 1200 scared and tired 'warriors'. On the other side of the blockade 3,000 cloakies were marching toward the blockade. The CASP warriors were paid to kill the Three, and they were going to do their best to complete their mission. Wal-Mart was in sight, just a couple hundred more yards.
Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were flying. More accurately they were floating. They were hundreds of feet in the clouds. They were dressed in golden shining armor and had long brown wings on their backs. They were too stunned to speak and too afraid of falling to move. Kyle looked at Stan and then to Cartman. For once Cartman didn't have a damned thing to say.
A voice spoke in their heads.
My children, since the first human walked on this Earth there has always been the Three. The Three are objects of folklore from, angels to Yetis, UFO's, dragons, to Moth men. The creator of Superman knew one of the Three. The Three are meant as protectors of life and dealers of death. Your role in history is your own. Just be weary, there are people in this world who would wish to take your power away. Fly High my children.
The Three, bathed in golden light descended rapidly towards South Park
Thanks for reading. Sorry about the year long delay. Please reply and prepare for chapter 6.