South Park: Dragging Me Down

Lockers

"I saw Mysterion last night!"

"Really? That's awesome man! Wish I knew who he was."

"Might be a she, for all we know!"

"Nah that's totally lame, it wouldn't be cool if he ended up being a girl."

"Sexist pig!"

Pip couldn't help but listening in to their conversation from where he was sitting in class and it got him thinking. Who wasMysterion? He was obviously male and possibly a student at the school. He knew if he thought about it long enough he could probably guess the identity of the masked hero but decided against it, shaking off the idea. He didn't want to find out. The less he knew about the hero, the better.

It was less personal this way.

But the fact he could be a student... is he spying on me? No... that can't be right. I'm not important.

"Hey Pip, you there?"

Pip zoned back into the conversation, having no idea what was being said. "Yes Wendy."

"Then what do you think?"

He blushed, "Um, it's great, yes."

"Perfect."

'Phew!' Pip thought, rubbing his neck. He found himself staring aimlessly around the poster-laden classroom. The walls were full of large maps and decorations aimed to make the subject seem appealing to students. It was stupid. 'Geography sucks.' he thought, fiddling with his pen.

His concentration was still a little wobbly so he was finding it difficult to listen in to what Wendy and Butters were saying. He kept zoning out and zoning back in every five minutes. He just wasn't interested.

"Why do British people hate Frenchies so much?" Butters asked him out of the blue.

Pip heard that. "I couldn't possibly comment."

"But aren't you British?"

"British usually denotes people from the United Kingdom as a whole. I'm from England, therefore I'm English. I like to be specific and classified as such."

"Really? Well how about that!"

"Butters, come on, that's irrelevant to what we're doing." Wendy sighed, turning over her page. "Right, French stuff. What's there?"

"That tower thingy."

"It's a start." Wendy chimed, writing it down to Kevin's delight.

Pip sighed.

~~~~~

The day just seemed to be dragging on for Pip. All he wanted to do was go home and try to relax. It would be even better if he actually had a home to go to. Ignoring some spiteful mutterings directed his way, Pip's heart sank when he saw Cartman standing by his locker. Pip had wanted to get his folders out but the fat boy obviously wasn't going to allow that. The Brit really didn't need this right now.

Cartman grinned as he saw Pip approaching. "Well look who it is. The French piece of shit!"

"H-Hello Eric. May I please access my locker? You are standing in front of it." he asked.

Cartman sniffed and flipped Pip off, causing the students around them to start laughing.

"N-Never mind." Pip smiled tightly, going to walk away. A large hand on his shoulder stopped him from leaving.

"I thought you wanted your locker, fuckbag? Let me help you with that."

~~~~~

It was finally home time.

Kenny picked Karen up from school and the two siblings headed home. After arriving back home, Kenny took Karen upstairs and out of the way of their brawling parents. It sounded like they were arguing about Kevin this time. It was pretty violent so Kenny didn't feel inclined to leave Karen alone with them to go out on patrol. He stayed with her a bit, playing games and feeding her.

Thankfully Kevin arrived a few hours afterwards and promised to take care of her while Kenny 'went out with his friends'. The excuse was lame but worked easily on his dumbass of a brother.

Pulling the dark hood over his head, Mysterion set out to work. His first port of call was Pip's alley. The vigilante leapt over buildings and came to a stop on the roof next to Pip's alley. He slid down the nearby lamppost and jumped into the alley but to his surprise, Pip wasn't there.

"W-What?"

The fact that he wasn't there sent alarm bells off in his head.

This is new... and VERY worrying.

Mysterion checked the entire alley to make sure Pip was definitely not there and then leapt back up the building.

It's not like he'd go out of his way to avoid me, would he? He likes me. He wouldn't do that. So where...?

Shrugging off his thoughts, Mysterion swung into the night, deciding to do a bit of crime fighting before checking back later.