Grey.

That was the first thing that registered in her hazy mind as she opened her eyes. It was a familiar shade of grey, calming. Slowly her mind supplied her with the information that it was the same shade as the grey ceiling of her room.

The next thing she realized was that she wasn't feeling cold. Blake was pretty sure that she had been sitting against the wall of the ally, head on her knees and trying to cope and to concentrate. Her eyes traveled around without her body moving, so maybe it wasn't just the same shade as her ceiling but her ceiling, which mean she was at home in her room.

How did she get home? She tried to remember. But all she remembered is that back in that allay she had been contemplating if it was of use to turn back time. Still didn't explain why she was now home. Maybe she had been so out of it, or so deep in thoughts that she wandered home without paying any sort of attention to her surroundings.

Blake tried to sit up as the sudden stinging pain in her arms made her fall back into her pillow. Lifting them into the air she saw all the black spots, bruises. Brown eyes stared for a long time, a strange feeling welled up inside her and Blake felt an unfamiliar pressure behind her eyes. How come one only became aware of pain when they thought about it? Slowly she laid one of her arms over her eyes while the other fell back onto the bed.

The same thought she had back in that alley crossed her mind again as she realized that there was certain wetness to her face. What use was it to rewind time with a time fart, if the wounds disappear but the memories stayed?

A knock on her room door ripped her out of her thoughts again but she still didn't move. A quiet click let her know that someone opened the door.

"Honey, are you awake?" It was her mother. She heard shuffling, more than two feet. Someone else was with the woman. "One of your friends, the one who helped you home yesterday is here to visit you. Isn't that nice sweetie?"

More shuffling but Blake ignored it, refusing to move. They must have left her room since she wasn't responding and she had heard a quiet click once again. At least she now knew that someone help her home.

"So you're going to cry there all day like a baby or are you going to thank me for saving your ass?"

Blake sat up in a flash and stared at the one in her room. She blinked a few times in pure disbelieve. That had to be a bad dream. Wait didn't her mother say something of them having helped her home? That had to be impossible.

"What are you staring like that? Shouldn't you thank me already?"

Blake blinked once more. Why the hell was Eric Cartman as Coon standing in her room like he owned it when he was supposed to be grounded till Wednesday?

Butters was sitting on his bed, his was fumbling around with his phone before he laid it down on the bed next to him. For a moment he stared at the wall opposite him for a moment before he picked the phone up again only stare at it. The blond boy was worried. His partner hadn't contacted him since the last message he had sent her about the fabric hall. The meeting had gone as planned still but the worry had been gnawing at his mind the entire time. It wasn't like her to just not answer any of his messages or calls for so long.

Dougie had told him by now that their friend hadn't come by the fabric hall yesterday either. That was strange enough. Butters stood up and started pacing, his mind running wild with possible theories. This was not good at all. Maybe the Super Heroes had caught her and locked her away somewhere. It wouldn't be the first time they would do something like that. Though he had thought that since Coon wasn't in charge anymore, they wouldn't lock them up in a small cage anymore.

Then again, when he had gone home yesterday evening he was sure that the light he had seen while he passed her house, was her room. So that meant she must have gotten home at least. That still didn't explain why Douchebag would ditch him. Had he offended her accidentally? She was a girl after all and they were very confusing at times, but then again she wasn't like any of the girls he had dealt with before.

Despite all the theories circling in his head he had given out the order to his minions to keep their eyes and ears open about any information they could get that explained could explain her behavior. He was anxiously waiting for any kind of message from his minions and or answer from his friend. He was fumbling around with his phone nervously again.

After a while Butters started to play with the thought of just going over to his neighbors and asking her parents if Douchebag was at home. It wouldn't be strange right? It was normal to ask if one of your friends was at home right? Not strange, not weird just normal. He wouldn't get in trouble for that, neither would Douchebag… right?

Making up his mind Butters turned to leave his room. Waiting around and overthinking everything wasn't going to get him anywhere. So he decided to go over and just ask, if she was at home. And if she was then he would ask why she didn't come yesterday. They were friends so it shouldn't be that bad of an idea. Not that he was overly worried of doing something wrong. But if he had done something by accident he would at least have a chance to apologize.

Just as he was about to leave his room his phone started to ring. He hesitated for a moment. It wasn't a face call just a normal voice call. That meant it wasn't Douchebag that was calling him, aside from the fact that she rarely even called. She preferred to use texts, or posts.

"Good Morning, Professor Chaos." He instantly recognized Dougies voice and in a matter of seconds he slipped into character.

"General Disarray." He greeted serious. The line was silent for a moment. It was clear that whatever his General had to report was a heavy matter.

"We have found out one of the possible reasons of Buttlords disappearance yesterday." Chaos nodded but stayed silent, waiting. There was a certain graveness to General Disarrays voice. "Minion #21 and #15 have overheard two sixth grader 30 minutes ago. Apparently they were talking about a reward they will get sometime next week."

"A reward, for what?" A bad feeling was forming in Professor Chaos gut. Sixth graders never meant anything good. The silence on the other end was only adding fuel to that bad feeling.

"A reward for bullying and beating up a fourth grader."

Maybe it was the tension from the worry that had built up. Or that strange feeling that had started to form in his gut when Disarray called. Maybe the fear and frustration that came whenever something didn't go the way he planned. Or maybe he was just sick of the sixth graders bullying them. But something had snapped inside him as his mind supplied him with the worst case connection.

"Who was the fourth grader?" His tone was low and uncharacteristically serious.

Eric Cartman was by no means a saint. Whenever he did something good it was most likely connected with something he wanted. It was one of his specialties even to know when he can turn something into his favor. Then again some of the plans he made or things he did, could even be seen as a genius' work, as long as he really put his mind into them.

So it was only natural that he, Eric Cartman aka The Coon, was going to make the best of this situation. A wide grin spread across his face as he watched her with a wide grin while Blake narrowed her eyes. Luck was once again on his side and he was going to use it.

"I really think you should thank me." If possible his grin got even wider. Slowly for the dramatic effect he pulled out his phone, took a few minutes to go through his library until he found what he looked for. "You see, yesterday evening I was doing some round, after I secretly escaped isolation."

So he snuck out of his room, Blake realized, also making her aware of a flaw in their plans.

"I was just taking a short cut through an alley to get back to base when I heard someone needing help. You see that is what super heroes do, helping the weak and defeating the evil." Once again he paused for the dramatic effect. "I have no qualms using whatever means possible to rid this world of all evil. So when I followed that cry of help I found something more interesting."

Just for a moment he caught it. The look of uncertain, of discomfort in her eyes before her mask of blankness covered it again.

"For a moment I was shocked at what I was seeing but then I found it rather useful. It was rather simple, I just had to get out this phone here and record what was happening. Easy right?"

The glare came instantly just as he expected. It wasn't going to deter his mood, no it was making him even more excited for what was going to come.

"I have to say, that it was a rather pathetic display I filmed there. I expected more fight, more spunk but to see you go down this easily was sobering. To think that a super hero who had turned evil but was seen as someone strong…" He paused just to press the play button on the video. Blakes attention was instantly on it, the video was fulfilling its purpose. "…was in the end nothing more than a lie, a weak little girl not even able to defend herself, pathetic."

Her attention shifted from the video back to him. He took his time to pause it right at the moment were she had crawled over to the wall to sit against it. He marveled in the heated glare and the disgust in her eyes, revenge was such a sweet thing. Now he only needed to find a way to break that proud spirit of her more.

"How many people do you think would klick this on the internet, especially since it has YOU of all people in it? What do you think everyone would think?" He had her. It was obvious the moment her glare was replaced by a blank stare. The Coon was slightly disappointed by that, he had hoped to get a look at her shocked face.

Looking at his phone he switched from the gallery to the coonstagram before turning it to have the display face her. "It would be just a few taps and the video would be out for everyone to see."

She stared blankly not moving. Maybe he needed to do a little more convincing. "I hope you remember your time as super hero. You did gather a lot of followers for Coon and friends. They are still following me you know. It wouldn't be just one or two that see it. It would be the whole town."

The Coon was slowly getting slightly irritated, his good mood was there but her blankness was making it very hard to enjoy this critical moment of his victory over Buttlord, despite her not being dressed as Buttlord at the moment.

"I am going to give you a simple deal, a job even if you will. You will take that deal, otherwise the video will go viral." The glare was back, he would have to rely on more than just the video to break her. "Well you could refuse it but then you probably shouldn't go out alone anymore then."

A smirk replaced the grin as he watched her still glare at him but slowly her expression was changing. "Who knows what dangerous people you could meet again... like sixth graders perhaps?"

This was the look he hoped to get with his words. Pure shock mixed with disbelieve. He definitely was going to enjoy breaking her spirit.

I hope you all enjoyed reading the chapter!

It doesn't have everything I wanted to put in there, in fact the last part wasn't even planned to happen so soon. But what I wanted to originally be part of this chapter will be the start of the next one, I found it more fitting there. Either way please let me now what you all think so far I am allways happy to hear opinions and thougths from others.

Oh and since I forgot in the last chapter to say it: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
I am very forgetful person, sorry.

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