The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 12

"Jesus Christ." Scott said. "Yeah. Butters made this thing where he wouldn't stop until he killed me. That's why I needed your help." Scott's face went red.
"I can't do this." Scott said as he emerged from his chair. "Scott, please. He's going to kill me. I don't know what to do! He might kill my friends, too!" Eric shouted.
Kenny lowered his cupped hand from the door and returned to his seat. Scott busted through the door. "Look. I did what you needed me to do, now I'm done. I can't believe you stooped that low. I mean, cocaine?!" He roared. He grabbed the doorknob, but before he could turn it, Eric rested his heavy palm on his shoulder. "Scott. Please. I need you." Scott looked back at his brother, and was met with those familiar eyes. Scott looked in Erics eyes for a while, then exhaled. He turned back and walked out.
Eric watched as his brother left his shop, speechless. He was going to die without him. And in that moment, he finally accepted it. He deserved it, and he knew it. He couldn't keep running.
Kenny watched as Eric stood in the waiting room, teary eyed. Eric looked back at Kenny with an apologetic face, and walked out. As soon as he did, Kenny shot up and ran into Eric's room. Stan walked out of the bathroom and heard rummaging in Eric's office. He peered into the door and made a puzzled face. "Kenny? Kenny, what are you doing?" "I've gotta see Butters." Kenny said as he rummaged through files and books.
"He'll kill you if you go up there! He wants to kill all of us." Kenny didn't listen. "Kenny! He's going to kill you!" Kenny looked back at Stan. "No he won't." He walked out with a paper. Stan knew in that moment that Kenny knew something the rest didn't, and he was going to take advantage of it.

Kenny shut his car door and looked up at the black snake painted on the wall. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The slot shot left and a pair of eyes looked Kenny up and down.
The door swung open, and there stood Victor. Tall, slender, slicked back blonde hair with that scar Kenny came to know and love. "Butters." "Kenny." They said. They both went in for a hug, a hug that was so strong, the two of them huffed.
"I thought I'd never see you again." Victor said. "It's nice to see you, Butters." Kenny said. Victor heard Kenny say that name, but couldn't bring himself to correct him. For some reason, it only sounded nice when Kenny said it. "Come on in." Victor said with a smile. Kenny walked in and was met with the wide eyes of his childhood friends. They all went in for a hug, and comments were showered onto Kenny.
"It's so nice to see you guys." Kenny said. "You too, Ken." Craig said. "So how's it been?" Victor asked. The five of them sat down at the table. "It's been great. I work at a bar now, and I'm making my way." Kenny said. He didn't mention his other income..
"Well that's great." Victor said. "Why is there a fifth chair here?" Kenny asked. "Cause you're sittin' in the boss' seat." Victor said with a grin. "O-Oh. Wait.." Kenny shot up. He looked to his right and was startled to see a blocky silhouette of a man. The man took the toothpick out of his mouth and held it.
"Kenny." He nodded. Kenny smiled. "Tolkien." "I was just leaving. You can sit there. I don't mind." Tolkien grabbed his fedora and trench coat.
"Oh. Okay. Thanks. It was nice seeing you." Kenny said. Tolkien put his fedora on and turned. He dipped it in farewell. "You too, Ken." He headed out of the door.
"Is there anyone else I'm missing?" Kenny asked with a smile. "Well, maybe the occasional Phillip. But he rarely comes around here. He's usually with that brute of his." Kenny lit up at Phillips name. "Wait, brute of his?" He echoed. "Yeah. Damon, I think." Victor said.
"Damien." Craig corrected. "Yes, Damien." Kenny racked his brain for a Damien, and then it clicked. "Oh, they're still together?" Kenny asked. "Yeah. They got married a couple years ago. Wish you coulda been there. It was really sweet." Victor said. Kenny smiled.
"So. What's 'The Black Mamba' all about?" Kenny asked. "Oh. That's like-.. our name, you know?" "So it's not one specific name?" Kenny asked. "Well, we're called that as a group, but in reality, Tolkien's the Black Mamba." Kenny nodded. "Oh, okay."
"What do you guys do?" Kenny asked. "We have customers who ask us to put people in their place, and sometimes even take them down. We make sure they qualify first though." "Qualify? How?" Kenny asked.
"Like they have to be really bad people, they have to have done bad things, etcetera." Victor continued. "Oh." Kenny looked around and saw a door with a glass pane in the middle with a snake on it. "What's in there?" Kenny asked. "That's Tolkiens office."
"What's in it?" Kenny asked. "Well it's where we all talk and plan. Here, I'll just show it to you." Victor got up and Kenny followed. He opened the door and let Kenny in. "Behold. The Black Mamba Headquarters!" He chuckled. Kenny smiled as he looked around. His smile quickly faded once he saw a bulletin board with Eric's face all over it.
"W-What's that?" Kenny asked. "Oh. That right there is our biggest target. We've been chasing him for a good 3 years now." "Eric Cartman?" Kenny said as he read the title. "Yep." Kenny observed the board. He saw pictures taken without him knowing, like him in the car, and walking in and out of places. He even saw a picture of Kyle and Stan playing cards together. But the window luckily didn't show Kenny at the other end.
"Huh. Why are you doing this?" Kenny asked. "Welp. We are gonna kill him is what we're gonna do." Kenny's chest sunk. "Why?" He asked. Victor wrapped his arm around Kenny's right shoulder.
"Because he almost got all of us killed! He always screwed us over, and gave us all scars whether they were physical or emotional. It's time he got what was coming for him. Huh, Ken?" He asked.
"Yeah.." Kenny reluctantly agreed. The two walked out of the room and Victor shut the door. "Well, I guess I better go get ready for my shift." Kenny said. "We need to hang out sometime. Here. Here's my number." Victor gave him a card. "Thanks. Yeah. Yeah, we should." Kenny walked out of the door, and Victor closed it behind himself. Before Kenny went down the steps, he turned. Victor was there behind him.
"It was really nice seeing you." Victor said. "You too, Butters." Kenny said. Victor began to turn, but Kenny grabbed his wrist. Victor turned to him. "Before you go, can you tell me, when are you going to kill Eric?" Kenny asked. Victor awkwardly chuckled. "Hopefully tomorrow. Since we know where he is now." Victor said. "Alright. I'll see you later." "See you later, Ken."