Guest: I would love to add the designs I had for the kids as grown-ups to the story. I have a few concept drawings and, as you say, it would be fun to make them in the South Park style. But I'm afraid I can't do that. The South Park character generator doesn't have adult or even Canadian models anymore, and making them with Photoshop will be quite a long and hard task—and I don't have that much free time and patience. Also, this website has it difficult to add links to external websites where I can host those images, since we can only add the preview one. For the moment, the only way you can see the protagonists as adults is in your imagination. I'm sorry, and thanks for your review.
There was not a single active police agent at the doors of the City Hall: all of them were either dead or wounded. Well, yes, there was one, but it was hard counting him as an agent having into account all those years he had been out of service struggling to learn how to read.
As always, Officer Barbrady seemed not to know what he was doing there. South Park had to be really desperate if he had been called.
"You! Freeze! Oh, wait! It's Mysterion!"
"What's happened?!" Mysterion landed by his side. Officer Barbrady couldn't help clapping at that athletic display.
"Some ginger dude has broke into the City Hall shooting everybody."
"Where is the Mayor?!"
"She's in her office, it seems. She must be dead by now!"
"And you're doing nothing?!"
Mysterion growled, running into the building.
"...Well, he's got a big gun!" Barbrady defended himself.
Mysterion just had to follow the trail of blood, ignoring the dead and wounded he found in his way. He hoped it was not too late.
The door of Mrs. McDaniels' office was open. Her bodyguards lied on the floor by it, one with a bullet in his skull and the other with three shots in his torso. She, terrorized, couldn't move back anymore, she was already against the wall.
"What do you want from me?! It's the power? Is that what you want?!"
"The only thing I want from you, madame," the attacker grinned. He had tied his long, red hair because this opperation was messy—and more messy it would get, "if your head on that pretty tray your serve your tea on."
Mysterion ran to get him. General Disarray had been waiting for another fool to interrupt him. And like the other, he was greeted by a burst of gunfire.
But this didn't stop Mysterion. Bleeding, with seven holes in his chest, he kept running, and greeted the General back with a punch in the face.
General Disarray recovered very soon. He used the butt of his gun to hit Mysterion in the stomach. That pain, alon with the caused by the previous shots, was taken advantage of. Disarray hit him again, this time in the head, making him fall to the floor.
"I see you didn't let those crows fool you, huh? Chaos told me you could heal yourself. But I'm sure that you have a limit. I'd love to see how you'd heal if I left you like a sieve."
A cruel grin grew in his face.
"Of if I smash your head until it turns into mush..."
He raised his weapon once again, ready to carry out his threat.
Mysterion rolled backwards, standing with a jump, to then grab his gun. They both fought to control it. During the struggle the weapon fired. Mayor McDaniels was lucky enough to drop to the floor in time to avoid being peppered. One bullet grazed Disarray's cheek. Mysterion was also close to getting a hole in his shoulder.
He wasn't going to get more shots that afternoon, he had had enough for that day!
Remembering what his teacher Mr. Garrison used to tell him when he was in third grade, he used his head for something: to hit the General's. The blow was hard enough to leave him dazed, circumstance that Mysterion used to snatch his gun and point at him with it.
"Keep trying. I dare you to keep fucking trying."
Disarray groaned in pain—actually, that hurt like hell to Mysterion too. Understanding that there was nothing he could do in that situation, he raised his hands.
"I can go on as long as you want." Musterion made Disarray lay on the floor on his stomach.
"Oh, Mysterion, thank God you came..." McDaniels got up and approached cautiously, not looking away from Disarray. "He..."
"It's alright, Mrs. Mayor." Mysterion sighed. He wasn't feeling pain anymore, surely having healed himself, but he was very tired. Too many fatal injuries in one single day.
"Who the hell is this? Why did he try to kill me?"
"Chaos."
"Chaos?"
"Yes. He already massacrated the police force and released the convicts. Without you, there would be officially no law in South Park."
"Well, I swear on my life that he's going to get the injection for that!"
"Perhaps he deserves it." Mysterion looked down at Disarray. The villain raised his head to glare at him. "But he's just a pawn."
"A pawn? You mean this is just part of a bigger scheme? Oh, my goodness! As if we didn't have enough with all these mafias! Do you have any idea of who's behind this, the leader?"
Mysterion nodded but before he could say it he was interrupted by a voice talking to him in the ear.
"Good job, Mysterion. I didn't expect less from you."
"...What's the matter?" Mayor McDaniels looked at Mysterion with concern, seeing how rigid he became.
"Butters..."
"Uh-Uh."
"...Professor Chaos..."
"That's better."
"You're on your own now. Do you still want to do this? If you stop now, I can still find a way to save your neck. What you have been doing is terrorism. You are in time before you sink deeper. You can still allege transitory insanity."
"Hahaha..."
"Please, listen to me."
"Oh, Mysterion...You are so nice...Too much for your own good...Do you really think I don't know what I'm doing? Is that it? You think that my powers fried my brain or something of the sort?"
"I am just giving you a last chance before I have to put you down like a rabid dog."
"And miss my pièce of résistance? I know you love to use your fists, Mysterion, my dear friend, but control yourself. You'll see. You're gonna love what I'm preparing."
"I'm going to find you and..."
"Yes. We will see each other face to face. Eventually. Until then, ta-ta."
"I-It was him?" McDaniels didn't receive an answer. She came closer to Mysterion. "Mysterion, you're scaring me, what's the matter? What did he tell you?"
Mysterion remained quiet for a bit more time.
The Mayor's questions were left unanswered. Mysterion grabbed General Disarray and forced him to stand up.
"Is Barbrady the new officer in charge?"
"Unfortunately, we didn't have anyone else, yes."
"Bring him in."
Officer Barbrady was immediately called to meet them at the office.
"This will be a hell to clean..." he commented, having to walk on the corpse of a bodyguard.
"It was about time. Now we can carry on the interrogation." Mayor Daniels said.
"You caught the attacker?"
Officer Barbrady observed how Mysterion stripped General Disarray's glasses, in order to look at him directly to the face. How young he was! He seemed to be barely old enough to buy alcohol!
He was young but he had a hard look. He wasn't scared of Mysterion, not even of the perspective of being sent to prison and sentenced to be executed. He held his gazed and maintained a cold-stone face.
"You lied to me when I asked you about your connection with Professor Chaos. You made me fall into a trap. But this time you are going to be sincere to me. What is the Professor preparing?"
General Disarray smirked.
"And spoil the surprise?"
Mysterion didn't accept that answer, and punched him right in the nose.
"Uh, that's not a very legal way to interrogate someone." Officer Barbrady pointed out.
"Shut up, Barbrady, that son of a bitch killed a lot of people today." Mayor Daniels replied. She wanted to punch him in the face too.
"Why do you follow him in the first place?" Mysterion continued. "Do you believe in all that chaos crap too?"
"This town is rotten to the very core. A rat nest. Everyone pretends they are friendly folks but are ready to spit on your eye whenever they have the chance, there's always someone who steps on your head, even those you thought were your friends. You try to be a good citizen, pay your taxes, drive with caution, be kind to everyone. But does someone pay for that? Does anybody acknowledge your effort, even care? No...Everyone just thinks of themselves...Nobody cares..." General Disarray hissed. "Look at yourself. Trying to be a hero. I bet you don't really care about any of us. You're only here for the thrill or the money, or the glory, right? And if you're really stupid enough to think that this town deserves to be saved, I pity you. No one cares about your sacrifices. They only care about you because you protect them, and screw the person behind the mask. The people you call friends...If you only knew..."
Mayor Daniels and Officer Barbrady looked at Mysterion. He was too silent. He didn't reply immediately.
"Just because you had awful experiences doesn't mean everyone is the same. There are good people in this town worth saving. That's why I do this. I am never going to let anybody hurt them...I doubt you understand."
Disarray sighed. "Yes. I don't. You're such a moron..."
"I will repeat it once again. What is the Professor planning to do?"
"Destroy and forget this shitty town once and for all."
"How?"
"How? Oh, you want it to be so easy? Nah-uh. Sorry, Mysterion. You're going to have to figure out yourself."
Mysterion meditated his next question. That time was taken advantage of by General Disarray, unfortunately.
When Mysterion realized, there was a gush of blood coming out of his mouth.
"What the-?" Barbrady exclaimed.
"He bit his own tongue!" Mysterion held the General in a certain position to try to avoid him chocking on his own blood. "Call emergencies, quick!"
Mrs. McDaniels was the one who ran to call someone. Mysterion continued to hold the villain, doing everything possible to prevent his death. He knew he had to act quick, he was bleeding too much.
As Disarray's blood mixed with the one of his victims, Mysterion understood that this was not a child's game anymore. Those people, Dougie, Butters, were not playing. They had spilled blood, they had taken people's lives.
He hoped Cartman, as the hero he claimed to be now, realized it too.
...If you only knew...