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The sound of footsteps echo through the empty streets of south park, the dark figure rushes down the sidewalk maneuvering through different alleyways and back roads.
His breath is heavy and the cold Colorado air burns his lungs, but he doesn't care. He just escaped death.
Mysterion did not die tonight.
He stops to catch his breath leaning against the wall of a house in an abandoned mine town. His head whips from side to side scanning his surroundings, making sure he wasn't followed.
After a minute or two he takes a deep breath sliding down the wall, clutching his bleeding side. He's died so many times that he's somewhat gotten used to the pain of being stabbed. Or shot, or hit by a car, or electrocuted, or burned alive, or getting your head eaten by Ozzy Osbourne.
He's not used to the pain lingering for so long though, it feels like he's dying, just painfully slow.
He shifts a bit to grab ahold of his cape, he rips off a good sized piece and wraps it around his abdomen. He grunts cause it fucking hurts and he relaxes a bit, not having to worry about bleeding out as much anymore.
“Good enough for now” He mumbles to himself, closing his eyes and just taking deep breaths.
In this situation he would usually blow his brains out to get rid of the pain but this place is literally abandoned and there's nothing he could use to kill himself quick enough.
He bites his lip and mentally prepares himself to stand up for maybe a few seconds longer than necessary. He clenches his jaw and stretches out his legs to push himself up the wall. Clutching his side once again he looks around to confirm there's no one around then slowly but surely makes his way back to the college.
The walk is absolutely dreadful, having a gunshot wound in your side is not a pleasant experience especially when you're in a time crunch. He has to get back to his dorm before Kyle wakes up, and he wants to at least get an hour of sleep before his morning class. The Kyle situation gives him a good ten minutes to get back so he's gotta pick up the pace a little bit.
The window quietly clicks open and he silently slips into the room. He carefully picks up some discarded clothes from the foot of his bed, glancing between Kyle and his alarm clock every two seconds.
He tiptoes to the bathroom and locks the door, leaning against the counter looking in the mirror. God did he look like a wreck, looks like he got shot or something.
He just stands staring at himself for a minute, noticing all the little things that make him look like he fist fought a grizzly. His disheveled dirty hair, his eye bags, his pale complexion, the sour look on his face and the subtle sweat beads running down his neck and the ones he can feel under his messy bangs making them stick to his forehead. He rips off his hood and mask and wets his head under the faucet to attempt to get all the dirt out of his hair.
After a half assed attempt at drying his hair he strips himself of his costume, puts some sweats on and starts to tend to his wound. Faintly through the wall he can hear Kyle's alarm go off and he curses under his breath.
Kyle always gets on him if he's using the bathroom when he wakes up and it's so annoying, in the most friendly way he wishes Kyle would chuck himself off a bridge with cement blocks tied to his feet, not in a mean way though.
Seconds later there's a knock at the door.
“Kenny I swear to god if you're taking a shit I'm gonna kill you, I have to piss so bad” He grumbles through the door.
“Please do” He sort of mumbles trying to focus more on stopping himself from bleeding to death than the ginger twink on the other side of the door.
“Ill actually pee on your bed if you don't hurry, why are you even up this early”
“Cause ive been up all night fucking your mother” He says wrapping his torso with gauze.
“Har har, i'm laughing so hard. You should truly do stand up comedy cause that was a real knee slapper”
“Shut up, that's why you look like pepe the king prawn” He pulls his shirt over his head and opens the door.
He glances over at Kyle who's leaning against the wall by the bathroom door with his arms crossed and looking down with a small smile. He looks up at Kenny and pushes himself off the wall to stand straight. “Finally, if you took any longer you'd have craig on your ass too”
Kenny rolls his eyes. “I can take him”
“Gay” Is the last thing Kyle says before disappearing into the bathroom. Kenny, Kyle, Craig, and Clyde share a quad, which could be comparable to living in hell. It could be worse though, they could be in a frat.
Kenny sighs and goes into their shared room and carefully lays down, shifting trying to get comfort but ultimately failing because he has a fucking hole in his side. He turns onto his side that's unwounded which he finds is the position that puts him in the least agony. He pulls his blanket over his frame with another sigh and shuts his eyes waiting for sleep to take him.