South Park: Dragging Me Down

Beginnings

It was a cold, cold night in South Park.

The moon was shining brightly, casting a mysterious light onto the town which projected onto the streets of Colorado. A hidden figure was seen jumping through the darkness, hopping from building to building as he patrolled the town.

Mysterion ran along the line of building rooftops as sleek as a black panther, cape flowing behind him and eyes darting around for any signs of trouble down on the streets. The masked vigilante was on his nightly watch of the town, searching through the sky for any signs of danger from his vantage points up above.

After scaling up a particularly large building, Mysterion froze when he heard the sound of a yelp and a scuffle coming from the alley below him. He slid down a drainpipe, jumped off and onto one of the building's window ledges and perched there to get a better look of what was going on.

The sound of a fist slamming against soft flesh was heard, as well as a harsh whimper from the obvious victim of the scuffle and a shout from the enraged attacker. "Give me the money NOW you little bitch!"

"P-Please sir, I don't have any m-money on me at the moment!" the victim pleaded shakily, fear evident in his strained tone.

Mysterion frowned. From the sounds of it, it was a typical mugging gone violent. The superhero narrowed his eyes in thought. He seemed to recognize the victim's timid voice from somewhere, although he couldn't quite place where from. He shifted slightly from where he was crouched to get a better look at the figures below, and upon closer inspection, he realised that the boy pinned against the wall was one of his classmates.

Specifically, a very distinctive, pathetic, classmate of his.

It was Pip.

Mysterion groaned and rolled his eyes in disdain, not looking forward to saving Pip, or Frenchie as everyone called him. He was known for being the school's number one loser, being even more unpopular than Butters on the social chain of popularity. His British accent and Victorian fashion sense only further aggravated his fellow students, causing them to bully him mercilessly. However, pathetic limey or not, Mysterion knew he still had a duty to help him. The hero sighed and adjusted his hood, making sure it was completely concealing his identity, then prepared to make an entrance.

Pip was not having a good day. He'd been bruised and battered enough at school so was a little miffed that this criminal had decided to attack him at the time he was supposedly free from his tormentors. The small blonde struggled hard against his captor's vice grip but remained pinned against the wall, unable to do anything to free himself. The thug punched him in the face again, splitting his lip and causing it to bleed.

"You little punk!" his attacker growled, yanking the boy's collar impatiently. "Where the fuck is your money? I know you have some, so where is it you little bitch?"

"I-I honestly don't have any w-with me sir, I-I left it at school!" Pip replied fearfully, too stunned and scared to say anything other than that. "P-Please believe m-me sir, I-I'm not lying-"

He was cut off suddenly when the muscular thug smacked him across the face, flinging him to the floor. Pip let out a pained cry and landed on his knees, scraping them hard along the gravel. He then tried crawling away from his attacker but was quickly pulled up by his hair and slammed face first into the wall. The thug then drew back his fist in preparation to pummel the British teen again, but froze when a large bang was heard from behind him.

The brute turned around slowly, Pip doubled over in his grip, and raised an eyebrow at the hooded teenager's sudden appearance. Mysterion was crouching on top of a garbage can, hands clenched into fists and then he stood up, eyeing the thug with malice.