South Park: The Stick of Truth

Chapter 6: It's a trap!

( Kyle's p.o.v. )

I shifted the key necklace around my neck, the small silver key looked beautiful in the sunlight. A smile spread across my lips. I approached Stan, his raven colored hair sticking out his helmet.

" Is everything going well?" I asked Stan, he turned to look at me, his ocean blue eyes wide and sparkling. He nodded.

" Everything's fine sir, no worries." he smiled at me.

My emerald green eyes beamed in happiness, I nodded back. I started to make my way to human's territory.

There was a red head, she had a black cloak clipped to her neck, bright green eyes, white tights with a gold skirt, a little scar on her cheek, black combat boots, I assumed she worked for the human's.

I blushed, she was pretty. She turned to look at me, my cheeks turned a light scarlet. She gave me a weak smile then headed back to the human kingdom, Kupa Keep.

I blushed even harder, her red hair, it wasn't a fiery orange, it was actually red. She reminded me of someone, but I didn't say anything.

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( Melanie's p.o.v. )

We all walked into the Giggling Donkey, that name... God. I thought.

I pulled my black cloak over my head, hoping I wouldn't see anyone I knew. Cartmen took lead, he rested his elbow on the counter.

" So, can I have you're finest drink? Pixie Ale?" he asked the Bar Tender.

The Bar Tender nodded handing him a small cup.

" So, is the Bard here?" he asked while taking a drink. Everyone stopped what they were doing and glared at Cartmen.

" Yeah, he has a room downstairs. Go and find the stick, if you survive." the Bar Tender said quietly. Cartmen pulled a dime out of his pocket and through it on the counter.

" Melanie, Aahlivia, Drath, follow me." he waved his hand for us to follow him.

He explained, we were going to kick the Bard's butt, while the others wait to kill him. Craig was coming with us, good.

He picked the lock open and we all walked downstairs unheard. Craig pulled out a metal pipe, his main weapon.

I pulled out a bow and arrows, my second weapon of choice. I always favored the bow, plus it was a great range distance weapon. Aahlivia pulled out a pirate looking sword, Drath pulled out a hammer.

We all got new weapons, knowing that this could be the end.

A sigh escaped my mouth, then rough guitar music was heard from a distance, elves came out holding weapons. The Bard was behind them.

My bright green eyes widened nervously. I sighed again and got ready to fight.

The Bard started playing music on his guitar and the elves ran at us. I swung at one with my sword, I had my bow in hand.

He whacked me on the stomach with his sword tip, I coughed. I knew it was wood, but that was painful! I grabbed my bow and fired at his arm. It owned him.

I smirked awkwardly, the elf lunged himself back at me, pinning me. Craig shoved him off of me and flipped the elf off. I laughed awkwardly and got back to my feet.

I knocked the elf upside the head with my bare hand, he growled and hit me with his sword.

My green eyes burned, I elbowed him in the gut, he yelped and collapsed. I saw the others got the other elves down. But I noticed something, the Bard had run off.