The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 13

It was the next day, and Kenny couldn't help but look at his card Victor had given him the night before.
He picked it up and dialed the number. "Vic Chaos, here." "Hey. It's Kenny." "Oh! Hey, Kenny! What do you need?" Kenny sat in silence. "Can we talk? Like-.. meet up somewhere? Before you kill Cartman?" Silence deafened him on the other line. "S-Sure. Where?" "Umm.. Dixie's. That sounds fine." Victor chuckled. "Alright. When?" "Now." "Alright. I'll see you there, Ken." "See ya."

Kenny waited at an outdoor table, spoon in a sundae that had never been touched. It began to melt. Finally, a car pulled up on the side of the road, and Victor walked around it. He sat down across from Kenny.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" Victor asked. "Eric. I have something I need to tell you." Victor screwed up his face. "What about him..?" Kenny looked down at his sundae, and pushed it to his left.
"Please don't kill him." Kenny said, never looking up at Victor. Victor lowered his eyebrows. "What?" He didn't believe what Kenny had said.
Kenny finally looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. "Please. He's changed." Kenny said. "You're joking." Victor said. His tone grew more serious. "No. I'm not. He's like-.. a different person." "How would you know?" Kenny paused. Victors eyes widened and his face filled with horror.
"No." Kenny never stopped looking at him. "No. No, Kenny. After all that he did?!" Victor roared. "Shhh!! People are starting to stare.." Victor lowered back into his chair.
"Why?!" He shrieked. "Because.. he's different! He never meant for anything bad to happen!" Victor scoffed. "I can't believe you. You were working with that pig all along?!" "Please! He's changed! You can still hate him, but as long as you know he's changed."
Victor stared Kenny in the eye. "I can't believe you." He stood up and slid his chair backward, then walked off. "Wait!" Kenny called. He chased after him. He pushed him and Victor was pushed against a wall in an alley.
"Please! Just listen to me!" "Get your filthy hands off of me!" Victor said. He squirmed out of his hands as he huffed. A stray hair lay in front of his forehead.
"Please. Don't kill him." Victor looked Kenny in the eye with betrayal. "Butters. He's all I have." Victors eyes widened. "What about me!?" "We just met after years just yesterday! I've been with Eric ever since that night!" Victor was filling with more hate the more Kenny spoke.
"Get away from me." Victor brushed off of Kenny and walked towards his car. He turned. "And it's not Butters. It's Victor." He turned once more, and walked to his car. Suddenly Kenny didn't have that nice ring to his name anymore.
Once Victors car left, Kenny pulled out his phone and called Kyle. "Where are you?" He asked. "Kenny?" "Where are you?!" "The bar. Why?" "I'm on my way."

Kenny bust through the door, eyes darting the room for Kyle. He sprinted to the bar and sat in a stool beside him. "Kyle." "What, Kenny?" Kyle asked. "Look at me." Kyle slowly looked over at Kenny.
"Butters is killing Eric today." Kyle's eyes grew wide. "When?" "Any minute now." Kyle set down his glass. He shot up and grabbed his jacket. "We need to get Scott! They might all be there!" "Already on it." Kyle said, dialing a number into his phone.

Eric sat at his desk, his head in his palms. Suddenly, a ring shot him up, startled. Eric picked up the phone and inhaled. "Yes?" He said miserably.
"It's Victor." Eric's face grew red. "What do you need?" Eric asked. "I need you to come see me. Don't bring anyone else with you. We need to talk." Eric shut his eyes. "Okay." He said. "You know where to find me." Eric set the phone down, and sighed.