Running for Her Life

A South Park fanfic

A/N- yes, I know I should be updating my other Fanfiction, but I have got some major writers block and all I'm thinking of right now is Pokemon and South Park, so it can wait!

I just saw the Coon and Friends episodes, and since I have a thing for making OCs- and I REALLY like Kenny, I decided to write this. Enjoy!

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Marie Carter sat in her bed in South Park, Colorado. Her long blond hair was in a braid running down her back, and her sharp green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses were skimming through a thick book sitting on her lap.

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard her father storming through the house. She quickly shut her book, took off her glasses, turned off her light, and let her head fall on her pillow in one swift motion as the first step creaked and her father's obscene muttering was heard.

Sixteen years of verbal and physical abuse had taught Marie not to be caught awake after curfew. Bad girl Marie, you deserve a beating.

She closed her eyes as her father stomped past her bedroom door, and slammed another one close. She sat up for a second to try to hear anything coming from the room her father was in, but nothing came from the room.

Marie sighed and fell back on her pillow, banging her head on the edge of the bed frame. She winced and sat up, rubbing her head. Something caught her eye in the window and she whipped her head around to face it.

A teenager balanced himself there, dressed up as a superhero. A green letter "M" was emblazoned on his chest, a hood up over his face so all Marie could see was the teen's cool blue eyes and blond hair. She recognized him at once.

"Mysterion," she whispered, "what are you doing here?" It was a question she asked often, one she asked whenever the teen chose her house to come to unannounced. This time, the boy didn't answer, he simply shut the window behind himself and pulled down the blinds. He looked through the blinds once and after a second, he sighed and sat at the end of Marie's bed. The girl frowned.

"What the hell?" she hissed, grabbing her glasses and putting them on. Mysterion was gasping for breath, like he had been running from something. Marie pulled herself closer to him, tilting her head to the side. He opened his eyes after a minute.

"I need to hide," he muttered, keeping his eyes on the window. He pulled his gaze to the girl, noticing a bruise on her cheek. He raised an eyebrow and touched it delicately, pulling away when Marie winced. The girl decided to change the topic from her rocky relationship with her father to something else.

"So..." she said, pulling her knees up to her chest, "Tell me again why I can't know your true identity." She asked this almost every time he visited, starting with the first one. (A/N-Marie had moved to South Park in the fifth grade, so she missed the whole Cuthulu incident. Since then, Kenny wanted to keep Mysterion's identity a secret, for safety reasons)

Mysterion snorted quietly, looking away. "You know why," he replied evenly. Marie frowned, but soon giggled in spite of herself.

"Well, I know it anyway, Kenny," she said softly. Kenny's eyes darted over to the girl and looked her straight in the eye.

"How did you find that out? Cartman told you, didn't he," he asked. Marie shook her head, smiling.

"I figured it out on my own. Jeez," she laughed softly. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and pushed her glasses up farther on the bridge of her nose. "Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Butters, Clyde... they didn't tell me anything about you."

"Hmm... then is it really that obvious?" he asked thickly. Marie shook her head again, lying her head down on her knees. Her smile faded and she looked down.

"What?" he asked, concerned. Marie sighed and studied a stain on her carpet.

"Oh, it's nothing. Your alive and everything, so, yeah..." she murmured. Kenny's eyes widened. She couldn't actually know... could she?

"What do you mean I'm really alive and everything?" he asked a little too forcefully. Marie looked up, alarmed.

"They're just dreams, Kenny! Really!" she exclaimed. She gasped and covered her mouth, realizing how loud she just was. A door opened and there was stomping, and it was getting closer, closer, with every step...

She got up and locked her door tightly, before looking outside out of habit. Marie started to panic.

"What am I gonna do? What the hell am I gonna do? He's gonna beat me again..." she started mumbling furiously. Kenny got up off the bed, and walked over to the door. He put his ear on the door and listened closely for a second. What he thought would be knocking lightly was really harsh pounding.

He hissed, clutching the side of his head as he backed away from the door.

"Open the door, bitch!" boomed a voice, thick with drugs and alcohol. Marie whimpered and sat down on the edge of her bed, tapping the bed-frame with her fingernails.

"Leave! Now!" she shrieked at Kenny. She ran over to him and tried to shove him closer to the window. Kenny stood his ground, and shook his head.

"Why? Just get out of here!" she said desperately into his chest, clutching the front of his costume. Kenny hesitated. Maybe her dad would leave...

The pounding continued along with an extremely long chain of continuous curses for a few moments, but then it stopped as the two teens heard someone running down the stairs.

"Oh no," Marie moaned, "He's going to get the key." The blond female now looked extremely pale, like she was about to throw up.

They both heard someone coming up the steps and the girl braced herself as the door was thrown open. The father stood there, red-faced and breathing heavily. He looked enraged, but then confused as he saw Kenny standing with Marie, who was still holding onto the boys costume.

"Who is this, bitch?" her father asked, his voice filled with disbelief. The father suddenly shook his head, glaring at Mysterion. "Wait, you're that Mystery kid. Why are you here?"

Kenny cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but Marie's father butted in again, "Wait. I don't care why you're here. Why are you here with her?" He spat out the word "her" like it was a piece of rotting garbage. Marie flinched.

"Get out of my home," he said, but then he directed his voice to Marie, "And you. You are grounded for the rest of the month. I will drive you to school and back home every day, no questions."

Marie took a second to find her voice to answer him, but even then, her voice was shaking. "Y-yes D-Dad. No questions."

"To think... my daughter is a little slut. Who'da thunk?" her father muttered as Kenny walked out of the bedroom door, glancing once back over his shoulder at the girl with the green eyes.

000

Marie hurt all over. Her father had given her an extra special beating now that he had caught her with a guy in her room. The bruises were going to show, but thankfully Marie had gotten concealer to take care of it.

She looked at her dad out of the corner of her eye as she road in his rusty old pick-up. He had a major hangover, and he did not want to be talked to.

Her eyes darted out the window as they went past the same bus stop she should have gone to this morning. Kenny, Stan, Wendy, Kyle, and Cartman were already there. Kyle was yelling at Cartman about something. Stan and Wendy were holding hands. Kenny was just watching, half his face wrapped with an orange scarf.

Marie almost sighed in desperation.

Kyle saw her first and waved, and she smiled back. Cartman turned and started laughing as he saw her dad with her, but he was soon quieted as Kenny hit him over the head, his face expressionless.

"Who are they waving to?" her father snapped, and Marie jumped and looked straight ahead.

"No one, Dad. They-," Marie took a deep breath before continuing, "They aren't right in the head." Her father only snorted, not responding any further.

When they got to the school, she quickly grabbed her book-bag and slung one strap over her shoulder. He dad cleared his throat.

"You be out here at 3:30, you hear? Or you'll have to walk home. Got it?" he rumbled. Marie nodded and stepped out of the car, shutting the door softly.

She shuddered as the car pulled out of the parking lot and down the road. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her body, hoping her shudder wasn't from the cold, and started walking toward the school. She was quickly greeted by her best friend Kimberly.

Marie smiled. "Where's Craig?" she asked innocently. Kimberly sniffed and looked down.

"He's not here yet," she sighed dramatically.

"Sorry to hear that," Marie said, rubbing her bruised cheek. Kimberly didn't notice as Craig Tucker caught her eye. She said a quick goodbye and rushed over to the boy.

Marie smiled as she went to her locker, got her things, and went to class.

The school day passed quickly and soon it was lunchtime. Marie grabbed her lunch of a peanut-butter sandwich out of her locker an shut the door. To her surprise, Kenny was standing there with his lunch of a baloney sandwich in a paper bag.

"Jesus Christ, Kenny!" she gasped, jumping a little.

"Sorry," he said, looking down. He lowered his voice and said, "I wanted to say sorry for those too." Marie tilted her head, confused. Kenny sighed and gently brushed a bruise on her cheek with his index finger. "Those," he said quietly. He experienced abuse firsthand, even if he stopped it with Mysterion.

Marie pushed his hand away gently, laughing.

"No, it's alright. Really. I would have 'had it coming to me' anyway..." she said.

The two stood in silence, the tension growing.

"Kenneh! Marie! Are you coming or what?" Cartman yelled from down the hall.

Kenny turned and replied, "Shut up, fatass! We'll get there when we get there!" He turned back to Marie. "Come on. Let's get going."

Marie nodded and they walked down the hall toward the lunchroom.

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