The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 17

"Hey. Hey, wake up." Kenny called. Victor slowly opened his eyes to see Kenny hovering above him with a little smile.
"Guess what." He whispered. Victor screwed up his face. "We're getting out today." Kenny said in a loud whisper. Victor managed a smile, although he was still half asleep. Kenny left Victors side and walked over to his bed. "Tolkien's gonna come get us when it's time." He said, taking off his socks. "He brought us some clothes. Come on! Get up and get dressed."
Victor groaned as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes and jumped as his clothes hit his chest. Kenny threw them.
As Kenny replaced his socks and grabbed his shirt he looked over at Victor. "You okay?" Kenny asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He said. "Okay." Kenny got up and took his clothes to the bathroom.
Victor looked in his suit and grabbed his wallet. He opened it, and in the right pocket there was a picture. A group picture. It was of Victor, Tolkien, Tweek, Craig, and Clyde. Victor sighed in shame and put his wallet away.
"You getting ready in there?" Kenny shouted from the bathroom. "Yeah!" Victor lied. He grabbed his clothes and rushed to put them on.

Kenny shut the door and scooted to the middle seat. He leaned in and rested on the back of the console. "You're lucky you guys didn't die." Tolkien said. "Yeah. Thanks to Kenny." Victor said.
Kenny smiled. The three sat in silence for a while, watching the world move around them through the windshield. "I saw something the other night." Kenny said. Victor turned to look at Kenny. "What do you mean? Like what?" He asked. Tolkien silently listened. "Orange eyes. That night I got in bed with you. I saw orange eyes in the corner of the room."
"Orange eyes?" Victor echoed with a screwed up face. "Yeah. What's the face for?" Kenny asked. "N-Nothing." Victor quickly looked away from Kenny. Kenny sat back against the cushions and looked out a window.
After Victor looked away, Tolkien looked over at Victor and smirked. Victor returned his look with a slanted frown.
"Why didn't you kill us?" Kenny asked quietly. He looked up at the rear view mirror. Tolkien felt Kenny's eyes dawn on him, and he looked back at him. Their eyes met in the reflection. "Because.." Tolkien paused.
"You were saving Victor. That's why." Tolkien looked back down at the road. "Yeah. But you still could've killed Eric. Or Kyle or Stan. Why didn't you?" Tolkien sat in silence. "Because that's not how we work." Tolkien muttered. "What do you mean?"
"Our boss was wounded. You were wounded. You were saving our boss. We weren't going to take advantage of that. Neither did Eric." Tolkien said. "No matter the situation, that is wrong."
Kenny looked at Tolkien once more. His face became more sorrowful the longer Tolkien refused to look back at him. Victor cleared his throat.
"Are you ever going to stop?" Kenny asked. Tolkien lowered his eyebrows. Victor sighed. "Kenny. I'm sorry. But I can't. I won't." He said. Victor shut his eyes, and Kenny sunk into his seat.
"Let's talk about something else." Tolkien said. "We're almost there. Do we need to talk about anything?" Victor dismissed with a snarl. Tolkien huffed.
Tolkien turned the wheel and pulled back the stick. Victor unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. Kenny followed close behind him. "You're probably the only grown man I know who still wears a seatbelt." Kenny said. Victor didn't say anything.
Kenny stopped walking and watched from behind as Victor walked after Tolkien. "Victor?" Kenny asked. Victor turned his head and looked Kenny in the eyes. "Did I say something..?" Kenny said with a small frown. "No. No, Kenny. You didn't say anything." Victor said. He managed a small smile. "I'll see you later." Victor muttered. He turned and followed in after Tolkien.
Kenny watched as the heavy metal door closed in front of him, and he looked to the floor, thinking. He stood there for a while, but finally headed to his car Eric left for him.

Kyle sat in a chair across from Stan, cards in hand. He looked up at the ring of a bell. Kenny passed through the doorway and the two looked up at him. "Kenny! Nice to see you!" Kyle said.
Stan and Kyle got up from their chairs to hug him. "Hey guys." Kenny said. "Good to have you back, man." Stan said as he boomed his palm on Kenny's chest.
"Eric's in his office. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Kenny looked over at Kyle. "Well I'm sure he knows I won't be happy to see him." Kyle lowered his eyebrows. Kenny walked up to his door, and hovered over the doorknob. He finally grabbed it and opened the door.
Eric looked up from his papers and lowered his reading glasses. "H-Hey, Kenny.." Eric said. Kenny didn't say anything.
"Please. Sit." Kenny stood for a while, but pushed the chair back and sat. "Look I'm sorry. And I'm even more sorry to tell you this, but I still don't know why you're mad at me."
Kenny made a sour face, because he thought it was obvious, but he hadn't told anyone. "I'm mad because you almost killed Butters." Eric sat in silence. "Yeah, that's the part I don't quite get. He was going to kill you. What was I supposed to do?"
"He wasn't going to kill me." Kenny said. "His gun was pointed directly at you!" "And lowering as I spoke!" Kenny corrected. Eric sat back in his chair and intertwined his fingers. "I didn't know that." He said. Kenny didn't say anything.
"But why wouldn't he kill you?" Eric asked. Kenny's sour face unscrambled. He paused. "It's a long story." Kenny said. "Okay, look. I'm just glad you're okay. That's all. I'm sorry. And I'm glad to have you back." Eric got up from his chair and lended Kenny his hand. Kenny got up and shook his hand.
Kenny silently walked away, but turned at Eric's voice. "I'm sorry, Kenny." Eric said. Kenny stood there thinking of what to say. "I know, Eric." Kenny turned and shut the door behind him. Eric stood behind his desk, staring at the door he had exited out of. His face filled with shame.