It had been almost six months since that God forsaken anti-hero showed up, forcing Mysterion to reemerge onto the streets of South Park. Crime had been small, at least to Kenny's awareness, until a creepy masked individual started revealing average townspeople as criminals or victims to a grander issue in the town. While all of this kid's research matched up, there were a few facts about him that the vigilante couldn't ignore.
He was killing or at least harming those involved, and he was calling out the retired superhero with an upside down question mark at each scene. Things became personal when his little sister and all the others in her class started talking about him.
“Why are you so dumb, Karen? That mean masked guy is obviously just Mysterion.”. Kenny overheard this conversation as he walked up to pick the youngest McCormick up from school, ditching his last class to do so like always.
“You're wrong! My guardian angel wouldn't hurt people! He's gonna stop that guy, I promise you.”. It had been years since Mysterion was mentioned, the caped protector of innocence only wandering the streets in vain as he tried searching for a lost friend. Eight years of waiting, he'd all but given up on the missing red head.
“Hey, Ken, tell your sister she's delusional. You know this Vyris guy is just Mysterion as a villain now, everyone knows that.”. One particularly bratty boy commented, making the brown haired girl start to cry.
Before Kenny could say anything, a very happy voice responded, “Vyris isn't Mysterion. Mr. Vy talks with me online sometimes. He said he's going to help me move on from big brother going away, but he needed an audience with Mysterion first. I think they're old friends!”. A bright smile accompanied Ike's face as he joined the classmates he was usually teased by for being too young to be in their class.
“...Ike, Karen, let's get going home. We're not talking about that freak.”. His response quieted the class, taking the two kids in hand and walking them home. Add that as another reason this asshole forced him to be a god damn hero again. No one would endanger Ike, he'd promised Kyle that in return for the latter coming home. Maybe if he kept that up, Kyle would listen for once and get his ass back to the group.
“Kenny, you seem really upset. I know you miss Mysterion too, maybe he'll come back and have a cool fight with Vyris!”
“No, Karen, he's my guardian angel. You aren't allowed to sick yours on him.”. This dependence on the masked figure was concerning, something he'd have to alert Sheila of. Ever since the incident, Ike has been shifting from obsession to obsession, always talking about how he was going to talk all about the latest pick with Kyle when he got back from his trip. Anytime Kenny hears this phrase, all he can think of is the bloody green hat he found two years after losing the one friend he never thought would leave him.
Best case scenario, Kyle didn't suffer when whatever took him killed the poor guy. That didn't stop him from searching every fucking nearby town for the past eight years. Now that he wanted to give up and move on, this fucking creep shows up to taunt him.
He sighed deeply, remembering the information Ike had given him. It was a message from Vyris to Mysterion, a formal invitation to meet on the rooftops of the Ustore It. An hour had passed, it was fucking freezing in the snow wearing just tights, and Kenny was beyond pissed at himself.
“Why would I believe the ramblings of some asshole pretending to be Vyris on fucking Minecraft. I get Ike believing it, but you're better than this.”. Yelling at yourself in a blizzard was the best way to cope with getting one's hopes up, right?
“Are our ramblings too inconsistent for you, Mysterion? We waited a long time for you to find us, the least you can do is patiently wait for me.”. An obviously altered voice sounded from behind the blond, causing the muttering hero to turn on his heels. This would be the first time they saw each other, the first real appearance of the Vyris of South Park, and the bane of Kenny's existence.
Before Mysterion spoke, he took a long moment just looking over the unexpectedly solemn anti-hero. Vyris wore a pair of freshly stolen black jeans coupled with heeled boots Kenny was shocked made no noise as he stepped, making the individual about five feet and six inches, still a good amount shorter than his forced rival. The boots were decorated with neon green writing, the word 'Vyris’ on both outer sides.
A long yet thin black cloak draped over the ensemble, barely showing the sleeveless dress top underneath, something clearly for a girl. A black glove covered his left hand, the rest of this arm blocked by his cloak. Aside from hiding under a hood just like Kenny, a dirty masquerade mask also hid the top of Vyris’ face. A veil hung down from the mask, covering up the rest of his face.
“Stay where you are, unless you really are a masochist.” The voice warmed, not coming from Vyris himself. Mysterion stalked over to the threat regardless, not seeing a weapon and stupidly assuming he had the upper hand. A few steps before he could attack, already reaching out to grab Vyris, a bear trap snapped around his foot, having been concealed in the snow. There was a groan of pain, but this wasn't anything new to him. He'd just bleed out now and fight this asshole later when he's terrified of a dead man hunting him.
“Congratu-fucking-lations, you're just going to kill someone else for no reason.”. He almost growled, every bit of anger he had for the past few years begging to be unleashed on the overconfident man. “Why are you even in this shithole town? This is my fucking territory.”
Vyris stepped forward, his gloved hand reaching out to touch Mysterion’s face, but the latter pulled away. This effectively cut at his ankle more, the twisting bringing about a new wave of pain. “You weren't supposed to fall for that. We always thought you were smarter.”
“Jokes on you, I'm a fucking retard! Tell me why you are here and harassing Ike Broflovski.”. He could bleed out, but first he'd need information. Vyris suddenly knelt down at Mysterion's feet, opening up the device. “What are you doing?”
“We can't let you die again. This has to go better than our first meeting. We weren't in our disguise that time, but our eyes never met.”. The voice was quieter now, his right hand moving Kenny's injured foot and forcing the vigilante onto his back. “...We can't cure that, perhaps letting you die would be merciful, we can meet here again tomorrow night.”
This calm reaction only made Kenny more furious, but the pain in his mangled foot was starting to blur his thoughts. “If I die here, there isn't a second meeting, idiot.”
“Spawn of Cthulhu, you cannot fool us. We've watched you die for your town over and over this past few weeks. Why is it you pretend to be mortal? Are you afraid of being looked upon like a god?”. He was sitting in the snow now, packing up the metal contraption. “Ask us anything you wish, you might as well interrogate us before dying again. Last time we brushed paths on the roof of our home, we scared you off the roof. We do apologise for that.”
This made him jolt up again, getting to his knees to face the mask in front of him. “Who are you, why are you harassing Ike, why are you harassing me, and what the fuck do you know about the disappearance of Kyle Broflovski.”. He rattled off, earning an amused yet low chuckle from the actual source. “What's so funny?”
“You are. Always so quick to anger in this form. He was like that too. The boy you're inquiring about. His temper never did him favors, why would yours?”
“Don't you talk about him so casually! Answer the damn questions before I break your neck.”. Without responding verbally, Vyris moved closer now, sitting next to the injured hero. The stranger took his gloved hands off of the floor, placing the purple clothed fingers around his own neck.
“Kill us, Mysterion, that is why we are here. We've done terrible things, hurt innocent people, and corrupted someone who once trusted us. We want you, the moonlight of this town, to kill us. We've tried to do it ourself, but we can't. It won't let us die.”
There was silence now, nothing but tension between the two. Vyris’ left hand tapped impatiently onto the back of Mysterion's own hand, the appendages delivering more force than expected. When the hero didn't respond, one finger slowly pressed against his glove, starting to break skin pretty easily.
The blond managed to squirm away, kicking his new enemy off with his good foot. “Kid, I don't know who you think you are, but I don't kill anyone. I'll arrest you like everyone else.”
His tone betrayed that confidence, wavering due to the blood pouring out now. “I'm too busy to waste time on something like you, if you'll excuse me.”. It was time to wake up, which meant plunging off the rooftop again.
Before he could actually get himself to the edge of the building, something dug deep into his left shoulder. “Mysterion, if you insist on abandoning us again and giving her more control, at least let us make that decision. You aren't just dying for you anymore. Your life may not concern you, but your constant deaths will make us your worst nightmare.”
Blue eyes looked up in fear at the hand on his shoulder, seeing metal pierced through the fabric of Vyris’ gloves and into his skin. For the first time, he faltered in his speech. “What are you talking about? You can't get that I'll come back, no one does. And why does it even matter to you, I don't fucking know you!”. No one had ever openly accepted his curse before, he might have been relieved if it were someone important to him.
“You are correct. I..I...we mean nothing to you. We never did. But you mean life or death to us, and it would be in your best interest to choose death.”. The grip on his shoulder loosened just a bit, and without warning Vyris pulled Kenny to hang his head off the edge. “Do you want to die?”
“Not by your hands, you crazy bastard!” Just as he tried to shove himself off, the metal hand clawed deep into to the fleeing teen's neck, suspending his body above the fall for just a moment longer, vision fading to black.
“We guess we are going to be the bastard this time. See you tomorrow, Mysterion.”. He let go, watching the boy crash to the ground like a ragdoll before leaving the storage area.
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