From now on I'll be posting shorter chapters. Hopefully this will mean shorter update times.
"So what would you have done if I decided not to help you?", Mysterion inquired to his new companion. "What?", she turned around, surprised, to face him. "If I had managed to get to the file first what would you have done?" She seemed at a loss for words. Her eyes twitched back and forth franticly and her fingers fidgeted at her sides. "You didn't plan on letting me get their first did you? You planed on swiping the file and blackmailing me into helping you take down the council?"
"Your right", she said ruefully. "I didn't want to do it but I felt their was no other way to get your help.", she wasn't fidgeting or looking at the ground. Kenny could tell she was being honest. "I was wrong.", she bowed her head in contrition. "Your a good man Mysterion. A true hero. I only wish I was worthy of you.", Mysterion felt his cheeks warming. "You help those in need not out of some sort of stupid power fantasy or because it's in your own interests, but because it's the right thing to do. You'd never refuse to help a girl in need"
"Your wrong about me missy", he said with cold stoic heartbreak. "I'm no hero and their are girls in need I won't help." Tree Mouse girl knew what he would say next. "And at the top of that list are scheming little bitches who try to blackmail me." He turned on his heels and marched the other way.
He didn't have to look back to know that she was standing their, her hands clasped, regretting her choices. Regretting how her actions had lost her such a strong, yet sensitive, blunt, yet introspective, and most importantly, attractive man. "Get over yourself", Mysterion snapped at himself, silently.
He pivoted himself back towards her. "Just kidding", he said gleefully, his voice briefly betraying his true identity. Tree Mouse Girl's hands were on her hips. "I knew that", she shot back at him. "Ah so your powers now include mind reading?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That and climbing and throwing my voice. Oh that and bending men to my will with my feminine wiles."
"You two done fucking around", Toolshed called out from in front of them, irritated at their dallying. "We'll be right their." Mysterion didn't like involving his old in all this. But when they had headed over to Stan's house to "have a talk" with the Shulk, he had already been their in his costume ready to fight. Apparently they'd has some sort of fight and Stan was eager to get even with his sister. As it had tuned out she hadn't been at home and Stan had known exactly where to find her.
Stan had told them that his sister was at the Basketball court, the one by the PTA. As sleep deprivation set in, Mysterion cursed himself for having to have backtracked all the way back to Stan's house to find this out. The school was right next to the community center. If he had only known she was their he could have saved himself precious time. Oh well. It was useless to dwell on the road not taken. That sort of gay shit was always Kyle's thing anyways.
Stan was talking with Tree Mouse girl about his sister, and all the hell she put him though. "Oh man I can't wait to get even with that bitch.", he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the violence to come. Kenny kept quiet. Stan and his sister had a really different relationship than Kenny and his siblings. He wouldn't even be particularly eager to fight Kevin, dickish as he was. And of course poor little Karen would never hurt a fly. As much as they quarreled they never shared the level of antipathy Stan and Shelly seemed to have.
A car sped by, it's lights shouting into the darkness of the night. Once it passed the three heroes ran across the street. Once across they dove into the freezing snow, the only way to avoid detection by their enemy. "She's right their, look.", Stan gestured forward. Out of the corner of his vision he could see a hulking figure in the center of the court, shooting baskets. She was painted green and wore ripped disheveled clothing. Shelly looked pissed off, even more than usual. Not that he could blame her, his alter ego PMS knew of the womanly burdens of PMS all to well.
Mysterion gestured for the group to move forward. "Dude what the fuck are you doing?", asked Tree Mouse. He signaled again. "No dude I don't get it ether", Stan said. I guess I'll just have to lead by example then, thought Mysterion. He began to move forward at a crawl. "Toolshed, you have the pincers?". "Don't worry dude I got this", Toolshed reassured him.
Toolshed began cutting a small circle though the wire of the fence. "I'll go in first", he whispered to his friends." "Be careful", Tree Mouse girl whispered back. "Dude don't sweat it", Stan measured him. "Me and douchebag took her down." God why did everyone have to manage that kid douchebag. He was such a…douchebag.
Here goes nothing Kenny thought, crawling under the wire. Shelly was getting ready to take a shot. Perfect. Just as he stood up, Shelly turned to face him, fast as lighting. The basketball hurled towards Mysterion at what seemed like supersonic speed. No chance to dodge. Pain flared in his head. Everything went black.