Halo

19- Stars and Scars -19

(A/n: I'll be spelling Cartmans superhero name like The Cxon, because saying his actual superhero name is the equivalent of saying the n-word, so I can't write it.)

"Cmon, get him over here!" Kite said as him and Toolshed dragged Mysterion over to a clearing. Mysterion writhed in agony, his legs burned up by Chaos' lightning. "God fucking damnit!!" He said, pain lacing his voice. Kite layer him down on the ground, staining the grass with his blood. Toolshed looked him over "His legs have bad burns on them and his arm is broken." He said. "Fuck!" Kite cursed. "I told you we shouldn't have gone on this mission! Now what are we gonna do?" Cxon asked. "I don't know, Cxon.." Kite said.

Toolshed wiped away a lot of the blood on Mysterion. "Oh, shit! Th-The bone- is, oh god." Kite pulled Toolshed back and stepped towards Mysterion himself. "Damn.. O-Okay, Mysterion just- h-hold still." Kite said. "Go on his other side, Tool." Toolshed nodded, running over to Mysterion. "Okay, Mysterion?" He asked "Fucking what?!" Mysterion yelled in reply. Toolshed frowned "Just... I-I'm gonna count to Three, okay?" Tool asked. Mysterion's expression turned to horror "Ohh no, no no no! You're not gonna-" "One" "No, Toolshed don't!" "Two" "Tool, Kite! Don't you dare-"

Kite snapped the bone back into Mysterion's arm.

Mysterion let out a scream of pain, tears spilling down his cheeks out of reflex. Toolshed grabbed his hand, letting Mysterion squeeze it to ease the pain. Kite grabbed a piece of discarded wood and laid it over Mysterion's arm. He snipped some string off of his kite and wrapped it around the hero's arm, securing the splint in place. Mysterion sat up, his hood falling behind him, exposing his blonde hair. "Woah, woah, take it easy." Toolshed said, pulling Mysterion over to rest against him. Mysterion would've protested but he had little energy left. The last being spent on crying against Toolshed. As he did, Kite inspected the burns on his legs. "Chaos really did a number on him. I don't know if he can walk." Kite said. "Well we'll have to try. We need to get him to a hospital" Tool replied. Kite nodded "Alright, Mysterion?" He asked "What?" He replied "We're gonna get you up, and we're gonna help you walk to the nearest hospital. Okay?" Kite asked. Mysterion smiled and shook his head "No... I think.. I have a better plan." He said. Kite nodded "What's that?"

Mysterion pulled out his gun and shot himself. "Oh my god..." Stan yelled. "You... You crazy bastard...!" Kyle muttered.

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Kenny opened his eyes.

He sat up, and looked out of his window. Sighing softly, he flexed his arm. What was once broken was now completely healed. He felt he was wearing shorts so he tossed the covers off him to reveal lightning looking scars, fresh as ever. He frowned. "More ugly scars..."

Kenny laid back down, sighing again. Yanking the covers back over himself, he thought.

The scars...

Every time he died they would appear. It had only started happening when he turned 15. His first scar still hadn't faded. When got stabbed and woke up in his bed, he felt a tingly feeling right where he'd gotten hurt. When he checked, there it was. A scar. It didn't hurt, but it was still scary to see a change his immortal behaviour. He knew that if he suddenly got a brutal scar on his face the others would ask questions. Questions he didn't want to answer. So he needed to keep his face safe, but he knew that couldn't last forever. He just had to be more careful and stop dying. But...

He sighed. But he knew that was impossible, right? At least for him. These were the type of thoughts he didn't like brewing up. If you play with fire, you'll get burned, after all. He got out of bed and stood for a moment, taking in the silence. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his trance. He reached down and picked it up.

8:00pm: Reminder
Get Karen some dinner.

2:34am: From: Leo
[Hey Ken, I cant sleep haha]

Kenny smiled to himself and shot him a quick text of 'Try harder lol. Gn' back. He quickly shut his phone off and slipped it into his pocket. He sighed and slipped on some actual clothes and a sweater, leaving his parka behind this time. He grabbed his keys and just started walking. He walked out of the house, locking up behind him and started to walk again. He walked across the tracks, past his friends houses, past Starks Pond, past Mephesto's Genetics lab, past the woods. He walked to West Park and started to absentmindedly climb a hill meant for hikers.

He was tired but his legs kept moving, getting random bursts of energy every now and again. One more step, one more step, one more step, until he reached the top. He admired the view for a moment. West park was less heavy on the streetlights, so the stars were clear as day, twinkling back at him. The moon was in full effect, constellations dancing slowly across the navy sky, painting the perfect picture. He really saw what Craig did now. Planets glinted and flickered slightly brighter and planes flew slowly across the endless night sky, the atmosphere looming above him. He sat down on the damp grass, drinking it all in.

It almost felt as if nothing mattered anymore. All his worries were swallowed by the big world. It consumed him. It was terrifying. It felt as if nothing mattered anymore, if he was always going to come back the next day, week, month, then what did it matter if he stopped trying to live? If he just let himself starve, dehydrate, die? Would it all just come to an end and would life finally let him go? This curse had to stop eventually right? Or would it make him live forever and watch everybody else die out. He couldn't know until the time came. But what did all of that mean anyway? What was the point of it all? If nothing really mattered then what was the point? Everything was weird. Everything is stupid.

Well, not everything. There was Leo. And Karen. Yeah, he had those two, so it was okay. Bearable at least. Kenny sighed. He was going to have to tell them. All of them.

He was going to have to tell them he was immortal.

But hey, it's not like it would matter. They would just forget anyway.