So, here we are, a new story!

Before I explain this, I first want to thank you guys for all of the support my fanfics received after I posted The Coon's Epilogue. For some reason, all 3 of my stories were getting hundreds of views for the next week and a half, which really surprised me in a good way. And remember when I said it might not be until Christmas until I start the new story? Yeah, fuck that, here's an early Halloween treat!

Now, to explain what's going on. Unlike the last three fanfics I did, this will be focused on multiple POVs, the three prominent being Kenny McCormick/Mysterion, Eric Cartman/The Coon, and 3rd Person, which I will be using more in this story due to the amount of main characters.

If you haven't noticed already, unlike "The Coon", this will be a Rated T fic. If any of you loved the gore of the last story, I won't be making it as gory for some of the Coon action scenes but they could be quite bloody sometimes.

Also, if you have read the last three stories or you simply just don't care, this should be fine for you. But if you haven't read the last three stories and you want to read this with an understanding of the bigger picture, well, SPOILER WARNING. Heavy spoilers from the last 3 stories, particularly the last 2 will be brought up many times in this fanfic, so you have been warned.

And finally, if you were expecting something joyful and happy, you won't find it here. This isn't going to be a delightful story with sunshine and rainbows everywhere, but if you are into this sort of thing, go figure.

But anyway, enough of my rambling. This won't be a prologue, it will be a full length chapter, so, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

3rd Person PoV

It was a sunny morning in Denver, Colorado. Today, June 1st, marks the beginning of summer. It's business as usual, even with all the crazy things that happened over the last year, the people of Denver seem to have gotten use to it.

But that doesn't mean they weren't afraid.

In the middle of the street, a man waits at a set of traffic lights with a large duffel bag slung over his right shoulder, and a Frankenstein mask in his left hand. He checks his watch, over, and over again.

Finally, an SUV screeches to a halt next to him. He quickly puts on his mask and adjusts it accordingly, before hopping into the back seat.

"Y-you're late." He stutters, before opening the duffel bag.

"The fuck did you say?" The driver asks aggressively.

"N-Nothing! N-nothing.." He replies nervously.

"Where the fuck did Cinder find this guy?" The driver asks the man beside him, who is loading up an Uzi.

"Hey, give him a chance. All that matters is if he's good at his job or not." He defends him.

"Hey, kid, you got the masks?" The driver says, making the young robber jump.

"Um, y-yes, yes, here." He hands the two of them their masks. The driver, a mummy, and the gunman, a werewolf.

"Kid, this isn't Halloween." The driver sighs angrily as the gunman rolls his eyes.

"S-Sorry, Sir, I-I thought th-they would scare the g-guards." He replies with a stutter. The driver and the gunman exchange worried looks, before putting on their masks.

The driver glares at the robber using the rear-view mirror before donning his mask, but the kid gets a quick glance at an eyepatch around the driver's left eye.

"S-So, What h-h-happened to y-your eye?" He asks quietly.

"Why the fuck were you looking?" He clenches his fists on the steering wheel, before sighing. "Some cunt got a cheap shot."

"O-Oh…" He quietly replies.

As they near their destination, a radio coming from the earpieces inside their masks starts making distorted sounds, unlike a voice is clearly heard.

"Alright, idiots. You all know what you're job is?" A feminine voice says through all of their earpieces.

"Uhuh."

"Y-Yeah.."

"Mhm, hey, listen Cinder, are you sure about pipsqueak here? He sounds like he hasn't done this before." The driver says.

"That's because he hasn't, well, not with a place like Denver World Bank anyway. He's a skilled safecracker though, he came to me himself. Not many people can find me. He's also supplying most of the equipment, and if it means less money to pay out, it means there's more money to take in. And we're on initials from now on, P." Cinder says through the earpieces.

"Alright assholes, what's your codenames? Trigger finger?" He asks the man loading a shotgun beside him.

"S."

"Aaaand virgin?" He asks behind him.

"I-I'm sorry, w-what?" He squeaks.

"You're fucking codename!" He shouts, making the young recruit jump again.

"L, it's L!" He says as they finally pull up to the bank.

"C, how's it going in there?" The driver asks.

"Only two security guards, right at the counter, but the silent alarm immediately sends out a distress call to every station in the city. Lucky for you idiots, it's down. The safe is accessed on a different network from the cameras and the alarm, but your new friend should help with that. Speaking of the cameras, I'll be watching the show from here. Disconnected them from the recording hub, so you should be fine. Good luck guys." She says, as the gunman hands the Uzi to the driver.

"Do you know how to use one of these?" He turns around, holding out a Beretta pistol for the newcomer.

"U-Um, I t-think so." He says, taking it.

"You got everything in that bag of yours?" The driver asks.

"Y-Yes." He replies.

"Alright then. Showtime boys!" And remember, leave nothing behind 'cause we're ditching this vehicle." He says, before leaving the SUV, closely followed by the other two.

The three men hurry inside the bank, quickly taking hostages.

"Alright everyone, hands up, heads down!" S says, blasting his shotgun in the air. P deals with the security guards with two quick headshots before forcing more hostages onto the ground.

"Get them all in the middle! L, you know what to do!" P shouts at him, who nervously nods in agreement. He takes out grenades and zip ties out of his duffel bag, forcing every second hostage to hold one.

"S, watch them, and deal with any asshole who wants to come in and play. L, get the fuck over here!" P orders, and L stumbles along with him towards the bank vault.

"Nobody outside seems to know you're in there. Keep it up." Cinder comments while they arrive at the vault.

"She says you know what you're doing. Well, do you?" P asks as L messes inside his duffel bag.

"I-I'm not exactly s-some safe c-c-cracker, b-but I do know m-my way inside o-one." He takes out a glass bottle of liquid, and a funnel, before holding it against the vault door. He pours it through, and it starts melting inside the door.

"What the fuck." P mutters as he watches L flawlessly open the door after a minute.

"It b-burns through the locking m-m-mechanism." He says, as they enter the vault.

"Hey, C, I'm not so sure about this guy. You said he came to you?" He whispers as L starts stocking up with cash.

"Yeah, e-mail. Why do you ask?" She asks.

"Do a background check on this kid. Just to make sure." He responds, before joining him in filling his duffel bag.

After about 10 minutes, L comes back to the main hall to see S playing with a crying woman's hair.

"W-We got the m-m-money. C-Come on, l-let's go." He stutters, and they both leave towards the back exit, where an armoured bank truck is.

"Perfect escape idea!" P laughs triumphantly as he loads the bags into the truck.

Meanwhile, a young girl with short blonde hair and glasses is frantically typing on a computer. She brings up records and files, anything useful. When she brings up prison records, she notices the date of a prison escape, as the same date she was contacted. She then notices a prison number.

"3811519…" She says under her breath.

"I have to admit, you did good for your first job." The driver says as they load the last of the bags.

"Th-Thank you, S-Sir." He says. He then pulls out a small device with three small buttons on it.

"3811519…" Cinder repeats, searching through her emails. She then finds one, sent by user "3811519".

"You fucker, you never mentioned anything about prison break." She says as she immediately starts using her radio.

L presses the first button on his device.

"G-Guys, GUYS! Don't trust-" Her electricity is shut off, until her computer comes back online with static.

"C?" P asks. "Cinder?!" He repeats.

Her computer screen then turns black with the numbers 3811519 in large white text.

"What the fuck…" She says, as the numbers separate int 15 19.

The numbers scramble into letters, representing their positions in the alphabet, until they spell out "CHAOS".

Cinder's eyes widen as her computer explodes, killing her with it.

"CINDER?!" He shouts a final time, before looking at L with the device in his hand.

"You motherfucker!" They both raise their weapons, but L presses the second button. Their limbs go numb as they both collapse to the floor, desperately pulling their masks, which now won't budge.

"No hard feelings, but I don't like working with amateurs." L's voice loses his stutter and goes down in pitch, as the men violently shake on the ground.

"I'm terribly sorry about the gas too. It's what I had available. Oh, gas mask, that wasn't intentional, I swear!" He starts chuckling to himself as P reaches out to him.

"Y-You, f-f-freak!" He coughs, and L kneels down to his level so P can notice the scar through his left eye hole.

"Why is a corpse still talking?" He says coldly, as the men finally lay still. L jumps up, and closes the back of the truck before hopping into the driver's seat.

"Sorry guys, but no witnesses." He says to himself before pressing the third button on his device.

In the main hall of the bank, the grenades that some of the hostages held started to spew out purple gas. Soon, the room was filled with the toxin and everyone was painfully choking to death.

Meanwhile, Leopold Stotch took off his mask, whistling as he fled the bank.

Later That Night

"You have got to be kidding me." The young Police Sergeant Fitzgerald adjusts her glasses as she stares at the pile of dead bodies on the floor of the bank.

"That's not the part we wanted you to see." The SWAT team inside say, as they lead her to the back room. Inside, shock covers her face as she sees the two criminals lying on the ground.

"We've been trying to take the masks off, but they won't budge." One of the Officers says to her.

"Is there any way of identifying them?" She asks.

"Probably through a fingerprint scan. There was also an explosion heard in an apartment building downtown. It might be connected to this." They explain. The Sergeant sighs, realising what she has to do.

"Has the media been all over this yet with their stupid rumours?" She asks.

"Yeah, local newspapers are linking it to-"

"I know what they're linking it to. Fuck. Well, we can't cover this up. It's too big to be swept under the floor." She leaves the room.

"Ma'am, you're not suggesting we-"

"Yes, I am. Call a press conference."

Outside Denver World Bank

A number of reporters and news crews gathered behind police barricades as Sergeant Fitzgerald prepares to give her statement.

"As you may know, earlier today, a masked crew of 3 men entered Denver World Bank and successfully robbed the establishment. However, some tabloids and other parts of the media have already spread rumours about this being connected to Leopold "Butters" Stotch, or as you may otherwise know him, "Professor Chaos." I'm here to tell you…" She hesitates for a moment, looking around the crowd that gathered.

"I'm here to tell you the rumours are true." She states, which causes a number of reporters to shout questions at her. Other officers calm them down, as she continues the address.

"On the night of May the 3rd of this year, Stotch was broken out of a maximum security prison due to the help of yet unknown assailants." The crowd gets angry a this statement, wondering why she has kept this in the dark for so long.

"We apologise for withholding this information from the public, as we thought this could upset you all a-and that it could make you feel that Denver's security is at risk." She realises what she has done as the crowd gets even angrier.

"Today, he was one of the three masked robbers, killing the other two as well as all the innocent civilians that were inside that building." She says, her fists clenching.

"And we can assure you, we will do what we can, and we WILL, bring him to justice!" She declares, but the crowd seems unconvinced. She is quickly led away by other officers as the cameras keep rolling.

Meanwhile, sitting on the couch at home, a scruffy teen with messy blonde hair is watching the conference. He sighs, cupping his face with his hands, cursing under his breath.

"It's not your problem anymore." He says to himself, before switching off the TV and going to bed.

A/N: So, what do you guys think? As you can probably tell this was heavily inspired by the beginning of The Dark Knight. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as I have fun writing it, as I believe it's going to be the strongest one yet! If you liked this chapter or have any feedback whatsoever, please leave a review as that would be much appreciated. And as always…

Thanks for Reading!