Author'sNote:

So, I already said this before. The plot starts out a little shaky. Oh, and on my end of the screen, the text shows up bunched together, so, sorry if it is. I can't figure out how to make line breaks. If you know, please send me advice.

Chapter 2: Old News

Bonnie Felton

"What the fuck?" he gasped as I locked up the cash register. "Who said…? how did…? I was just…" Kenny was having trouble finishing his sentences, and I knew if I could see his expression, it would be shocked, and full of disbelief. But we needed to get the hell out of here, or I'd be toast.

"Listen, trade for trade. Okay? You go get into your fucking purple shit, and underwear crap, and I'll lock up here. When we leave, and get safely to my place, I'll let you know how I know." I said sighing.

"The fuck?" he gasped as I heard him shuffling his feet. "Where's the bathroom? Never mind, I see it."

It took the boy no less than two minutes to come back out and fully dressed. Or fully ready to be humiliated. I would have rather him have his underwear in his pants, or jumper, or whatever it was. I grabbed my cane, and walked back into the little back room. I grabbed my coat, and slipped it on. I spun around, and nearly collided with him as I tried to push him out of the room.

"How come you're in such a hurry?" he asked in his gruff low voice.

"Because we have to go. Ca'mon, purple boy."

"I'll have to ask you one favor. Quit fucking with my costume, or I'll ditch your sorry ass." he threatened.

"Empty threat." I said as I headed towards the door. "We both know you have a heart made of room temperature lead, Mysterion. You'd break, and come get me the moment you left me."

"The fuck are you anyway?" he asked. "I'm talking to a stranger."

"Later." I said in a whisper as I opened the door. "Make sure to lock it as we leave." I mumbled as I walked out into the frost.

"So?" he asked roughly as we both started walking. "Where do you live? How do you wanna do this? Do you wanna lead, or tell me where you live, and take my arm?" he asked politely.

"I'll lead. But keep up, jumper boy."

The hero let out a long sigh, and we started up a fast pace jog. All I could hear was the rush of faraway cars, the wind, and mine and his feet slapping the frosty pavement as we walked. There was a slight scraping sound as the tip of my red and white cane scraped the ground, which now had started to freeze over. I felt uneasy as we neared my house four blocks away from the shop.

"Wait." I whispered softly. "Stop!"

I reached over and grabbed his arm pulling him to me. We huddled together in a bush, and I whispered my house number to him. I told him to stay and wait, while I went and pretended to be alone. My hunter would be there, no doubt. I knew he would. My living room window had been broken last night due to his attempts to, "Kill the blind bitch.".

I stepped out of the bushes and left my escort in the shadows. I headed straight to my place, and I walked up to my door. I took the key out of my jeans pocket, and shoved it into the lock. The door opened, and I walked in. Suddenly, I felt a hand clap over my mouth.

"Don't move." said the familiar drawl. "There are two other people here with me, and we have guns pointed on you. Not that it would do any worse if you moved. It would just make your life a lot shorter."

"What do you want now, Cartman?" asked Mysterion as he entered from behind.

"The fuck? How the hell did you find us?" he asked.

"I stock you, tubby. Who do you think is responsible for stopping all the break ins you try at Kyle's?" Mysterion asked snickering.

"I'll make you eat your parents." Cartman muttered under his breath.

"I have none, lard ass." Mysterion said laughing. "Let her go. She didn't do anything to you."

"I don't care!" Cartman said shaking me roughly. "She took my job!"

I really wanted to laugh so fucking hard when he said that. I had been a resident in South Park for all my life. I was in the same neighborhood the used to be home schooled kids had lived in. It was isolated, and no one really went there. As a matter of fact, Token lived here, too. Anyway, I'd been here in South Park long enough to know that this town was less than ordinary.

It got destroyed at least once every two weeks. Barbrady was still officer of the law, and kept the town going. It was amazing how the last time he threatened to, "Retire." because of his illiteracy, the whole town fell apart. And I had also been present when the men of South Park claimed that, "Dey took our jurbs! Dirka dur!" aimlessly. So, hearing Cartman exclaim how I had taken his job, almost made me want to piss myself.

"You got fired because you're an inconsiderate ass hole who found it funny to put ants in people's drinks, Cartman!" I yelled kicking out and hitting him.

"Ay!" he yelped as he dropped me. "You don't kick people in the dick, you bitch!" he yelled. "At least play fair!"

"Like you are?" asked Mysterion as he laughed.

I felt myself being lifted way too quickly off the ground and hoisted up. I felt my body being shoved into a closet, and the door slammed shut. I heard a loud crunching sound, and moaned.

"You fuckers broke my cane!" I moaned as the closet door slammed. I fucking hated my life.

I heard a yelling, and screaming. I heard thudding, and a smash. The sounds faded, and I opened the closet door slightly, listening. I stepped out, and I heard the yells as the boys fought outside.

It didn't take long before Mysterion was back in the house. I had to hand it to him, I felt a lot safer with a seventeen year old as my body guard, than with Barbrady.

"What happened?" I asked making my way to the kitchen.

"I managed to beat the fucking shit out of that son of a bitch." Mysterion said sighing. "How about you make Kenny some food, and a drink. He's on his way over."

"Sure." I said sadly. "Thank you. Sorry about the maybe bruises I might have cost you."

"It's only one. On my arm. But who cares. You're okay, and that's what counts."

I heard him head to the bathroom, and the door closed. He was back just as I put a pot of milk to boil. I heard him come in.

"God damn fucking shit cock Barbara streisand." Kenny moaned as he sat down at the table.

"Wouldn't the couch be a little more comfortable?" I asked.

"Later. How long has this been going on?" he asked.

"Almost every night." I said sighing. "I had Mr. Black replace my window today, because the fat fuck broke it. He also managed to fuck up my door, and a lot of other stuff. But it's old news, Ken. Cartman's always trying to fuck up someone's life or another."

"Anyway, let's forget about him. I wanna talk about you."