Author's Note: Yep, this is it, the longest chapter I have ever written and the last one for this story. It's been a ride but I want to get off and go onto something else, which is why this makes Stanger in those Homicidal Eyes my shortest story chapter-wise. There's a note at the end I recommend you pay attention to but other than that, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.

Warning: language, death, Chuck Norris

Cold-blooded

Monday couldn't come fast enough.

Sunday was nothing but finalizing a few things, tweaking others, and pretending to not remember anything so as to not bring any suspicion. Charlotte was a freebie; she always provided him with the challenge he found himself craving. He was sure that she was either following him yesterday or doing something else to try and figure out what he was doing.

He did nothing to hinder her. If she was determined to stop him, let her try. He was ready for anything she might try to throw at him.

He got up early this morning so as to double check the items he had packed in his backpack the day before. He wanted to be sure that he had everything and was prepared for any contingencies that might come up. Zipping the pack up and slipping his arms through the straps, he stopped only long enough to pick up Winslow, admiring the blade for a moment before tucking it away on his person.

It was time.

He was skipping breakfast this morning. In was imperative that he got to the school before anyone else did. He had already fixed the circuit box to the best of his abilities but he had made sure to turn off the security cameras so he could sneak in without being recorded. He was filled with anticipation; vengeance would be his and all would know not to fuck with him again.

As he exited his house, he found himself freezing up as a car came to a stop in front. Was this a visitor for his parents? Damn it, it had to happen now of all times?

"Bain!" Gary's cheery voice called out from the car, a window having been rolled down to allow his voice to be audible. "What are you doing up so early?"

He quickly and subtly glanced to the side, making sure there was no one around watching them before making his way to the car as fast as he could. Time to do the act again. Hopefully he would be able to fool Gary.

He heard the sound of the carlock clicking, telling him that Gary had unlocked the doors thus he was able to open the passenger side door and slip in fairly quickly. He kept his breathing as even as possible while keeping his eyes wide open like he was trying to pay attention to everything at once.

"I haven't heard about you since Friday!" Gary greeted him as he rolled the window up. "I was worried about you. How are you feeling? Are you doing better?"

Ah yes, was he feeling better after Estrada's psychological attack? Oh yes he was and he was burning for some payback.

"I'm fine," he said stiffly, staring ahead. "I want to go to the library…at the school."

"Why the library?" Gary asked him curiously as he put the car into drive and pressed gently on the accelerator pedal.

"I want to see it," he said as softly as he could, trying to keep the scratchiness out of his voice. "I just don't want to be home right now…but I don't want to be where other people can see me." Okay, there was a grain of truth there. Would Gary take his bait?

"Okay, sure," the blond said. "You mind if I make one more stop? I want to go pick up Kyra."

"I'm not really…comfortable…" he said, purposely trying to sound unsure. It was taking an effort to do this and he was going to be so relieved when he didn't have to sound like a spineless pussy anymore.

"Alright, alright," Gary said in response. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable."

He fought against the urge to smile; this was going better than he had imagined. He hugged his backpack closer to him, making sure the side the zipper was on faced away from the blond so that he could unobtrusively open it up.

His chauffeur deserved a reward for being so accommodating. In fact, he would spare him from the fate of everyone else.

"You know, I spent this weekend trying to call up Dateline and get a hold of Chris Hansen," Gary spoke up unexpectedly, stilling Bain's hidden movements.

"What?" he asked. What was this?

"I didn't like what the principal did to you," Gary told him, his hands visibly tightening on the steering wheel. "Nor did I like the other things he said afterwards. I wanted to bring this to national attention so that something would be done and it wouldn't be swept under the rug. If everybody's paying attention then you have no excuse to leave things the way they are, right?"

Wow. If he had a heart, he'd be touched.

"So I spent all weekend calling Dateline up," Gary continued. "I kept getting put on hold or told to call back later or wait to be called back and have no one do so. I tried to call up Chris Hansen himself but do you know what kind of security he has? Apparently some pedophiles have been trying to kill him for that To Catch a Predator segment he did a while back. You don't hear about it because he likes to keep it on the down low."

Bain nodded slowly, snaking his hand into his backpack unnoticed. Within the pack, he searched for a particular object, slowly feeling out each item that his hand came into contact with. He knew he had it in there somewhere…

"I'm not giving up yet," Gary added. "Principal Estrada needs to learn that not even he is above the law, even if he is here in this country illegally."

His sentiments exactly.

"I mean think about it. What will people think about the school when they find out that the students and staff are bullying a kid with amnesia?" Gary asked rhetorically. "Crap is going to hit the fan, let me tell you. There's going to be so much publicity that I think the state is going to get involved. We're going to get things done around here, make this town a better place."

Now, he wouldn't go that far. It wasn't easy fighting against a status quo and besides, he had his own ideas on how they were going to proceed. Unfortunately for Gary, he was nowhere in those plans.

Ah, there it was. He pulled the object out of the pack just enough so that he could glance at it and confirm that it was what he was looking for. ID confirmed, he had it. Taking the object out, he tucked it against his leg and dived his hand back into the backpack. He just needed one more thing…

"What do you think?" Gary asked. "You think we're doing the right thing here?"

He shrugged noncommittally; he really had no answer and didn't care about if the guy was doing the right thing or not.

"That's right, you don't have the same background that I do," Gary mused aloud. "I've been in the town since the fourth grade and you only remember from a couple weeks ago. Heh, maybe I'll tell you about what I've experienced in this town one day. Trust me, you're going to be amazed."

You don't need to tell him twice. He knew all about it too.

From his backpack, he tugged out a piece of cloth, putting some effort into pulling it out as it kept snagging against the zipper. Once he had the whole thing out, he moved his hand, cloth and all, to the object he had taken out only a minute before and began to unscrew the top. Setting the top aside, he pressed the cloth against the opening turned the object upside down, allowing the liquid within to be absorbed into the cloth.

By now, Gary was pulling into the school's student parking lot and Bain was pleased at the lack of cars here and in the faculty parking. Good, this made things simpler.

"Huh, I guess we're here too early," Gary commented as he put the car into park. "Maybe we should wait a bit; I don't think the doors are open yet."

Little did he know that that wasn't a problem for him.

"Um, Gary?" he asked.

"Yes?" the blond responded automatically, looking at him kindly.

Yes, he was so glad he didn't have a heart; he wasn't going to feel a lot of guilt about this.

"Does this smell like chloroform to you?" he asked innocently. With that, he pulled the cloth out into sight and pressed it right into Gary's face. He was so glad he hadn't put his seatbelt on for this as it allowed him to lean his weight behind him arm as he pressed the wet cloth harder onto the blond's face. Gary pushed at him, struggling against him but Bain had gotten the jump on him too quickly.

The blond's struggles slowed until he fell still. Bain kept the cloth pressed against Gary's face for a moment before taking it off and checking for a pulse. Good, he was still alive. He got out of the car and went over to the driver's side. Pushing Gary over into the passenger's seat, he got into the driver's seat and proceeding to move the car, not wanting anyone to become curious about it.

It wouldn't do for something as small as this to undo everything.

Principal Estrada was excited as he approached the high school, impatient to learn what Eric Cartman was going to unveil today. It would definitely liven his spirits after the incident in which a student was found beaten up in his school. By the time he had gotten back, the student had been shipped off to the hospital and he hadn't been able to learn the name of the student.

He hadn't made the effort to find out either. He had to spend his weekend with a headache while trying to locate paperwork that would prevent the school from being sued by an overzealous parent.

He was fairly confident that he would be able to take whatever was thrown at him, however, right now his concern was to get to the school as early as a lazy Mexican like him could. He wanted to see when Eric Cartman had traipsed throughout the school if he was recorded by the cameras. If so, then he would get rid of the incriminating evidence and keep up his end of his bargain with the fat bastard.

He was a man of his word…well, more than likely he would remove the filmed evidence and hide it away to use as blackmail if an occasion should occur when he would need it.

The students needed to learn how to be corrupt so they could take advantage of all the social programming in this country; some of them might become politicians and if he was able to teach them how to cover their tracks, then he would have made his contribution to American society.

It was fortunate that he had the school's security system connected to his office. He could do whatever he wanted with any footage recorded as well as watch the girls changing in the girls' locker room. Those kinds of perks balanced out the fact that he was paid less than a janitor in this shitty school.

He powerwalked through the hallways after letting himself in, ignoring the calls from any early riser who wanted to get inside and do a little studying. Studying was a worthless activity, he thought, and they would thank him later for forcing them out of studying habits, saving them time that could better be spent doing stupid shit that would be posted on the internet.

With his spare key in hand, he unlocked the doors to the main office and slipped in, hurrying to his office. He stopped only long enough to open that door and once he was in, he kicked the door closed behind him, his sight firmly fixed on his desk. Sitting down in his chair, he turned his computer on and waited for the monitor to light up…and waited some more…and waited a little bit more…

Why wasn't his computer turning on?

He tapped sharply on the keyboard, frowning when there was no response from his computer. He glared irritably at the black screen and mumbled curses in Spanish to himself as he began rolling up his sleeves, readying himself for a smackdown with the malfunctioning piece of equipment.

"Computer trouble?"

"Si," he answered absentmindedly as he cracked his knuckles. It took him a moment to realize that he had just answered a question that he hadn't asked.

He snapped his head up and found himself being watch by the Cynis boy who was smirking at him indulgently. He felt his face slacken in surprise and he began to wonder how in the hell this bastard had gotten into his office. He was sure he had closed it behind him…

"What are you doeeng here?" he demanded.

Bain Cynis chuckled at him and swept closer to him, his eyes twinkling with malice. Wait, he seemed different…not like the way he had on Friday. The questions in his head stopped as Bain revealed a fire axe, a part of Estrada recalling that an axe was reported missing by the police. Yet what this meant was beyond him.

"Eric Cartman won't be present today," the boy drawled at him. "He's experiencing a medical crisis at the hospital. It's just you and me now."

"Senor Cynis," he said nervously. "Why are you holdeeng an axe?"

"To keep you from doing anything I don't want you to do," Bain quipped back. "You see, you're going to be doing a few things for me and if you refuse…well, we'll play a little game of axe murderer and you'll get to play the victim. Do we understand each other?"

"Si, we do," Principal Estrada agreed readily. There was no way in hell he was going to risk his precious skin for anything.

As Charlie entered the kitchen that morning, she immediately picked up on the grouchiness that was being projected her way. She could see Tammy looking at her darkly, scrunched up in her seat and probably still sulky over Saturday. Yesterday had not been fun, especially since Stella had done a Houdini act and her mother left her to babysit Tammy, preventing her from going out to find out what Bain was up to. Tammy hadn't been on her best behavior and it had been quite the chore keeping up with her.

She was still holding a grudge against her and Charlie knew that there was only one person she could blame for this. That person was Bain but she couldn't bad mouth him when her demon of a little sister had something soft and edible close at hand. She was still dead set on seeing Bain as some paragon of virtue. If Tammy only knew the asshole like she did.

"Charlie? Do you know what's going on with your sister?" her mother asked, sounded frazzled.

Charlie was tempted to say Tammy was on her period but she knew the little girl was too young to experience one at this point in time. Besides, it wouldn't put her in her mother's good book for making a joke out of something like that.

So she gave the default answer: shrug her shoulders and say I don't know.

"That's just perfect," her mother groaned. "Just freaking perfect…"

Looks like someone else got out on the wrong side of the bed.

Charlie pulled out a chair and slumped into it, glancing over at Tammy who was still glowering at her. She kept up eye contact with her sister, staring dully at Tammy who continued to stare defiantly back at her.

Finally, she deadpanned, "Still pissed off at me?"

"Language," her mother warned.

Charlie rolled her eyes at that. Like her mother ever watched her words when she was having a bout of writer's block. Still, she revised herself, saying, "Still mad at me?"

Tammy didn't bother to nod her head or give any other kind of answer. Charlie took that as a definite yes.

Sighing, she said, "Be that way if you want. I just don't care anymore." Turning her head in the direction that her mother was in, she called out, "I'm going early!"

"But you haven't eaten anything!" her mother yelled back.

"I'll mooch off someone!" she retorted as she got out of her seat, heading out of the kitchen and towards the front door. On her way, she came across Stella who was giving her a bland look.

"Did you have to talk so loud?" Stella asked.

"I'm really not in the mood for any wit," Charlie grumbled. "I'll see you later."

As the bell for first period rang, screaming out to all the students in the building that it was time to get their asses to class, Stan found himself Kyle-less and searching for Kenny to see if he knew anything.

"Huh. I thought he was hanging out with you," Kenny shrugged. "Are you missing your boyfriend?"

"Shut up Kenny," he grumbled. "I haven't seen Kyle all weekend. He hasn't called me or anything and he didn't return any of my calls. I'm getting worried."

"Homo alert!" Kenny sang.

"Knock it off, dick," Stan scowled at the blond. "I'm being serious here!"

"So am I."

"You are such an asshole Kenny, I swear," Stan growled as he rubbed his eyes, frustrated.

Where the hell was Kyle? He was scaring him how he hadn't heard from his best friend in so long. He had spent most of last night awake, entertaining thoughts of Kyle being tortured or raped or both. Suffice to say, he hadn't gotten much sleep. He suspected that maybe whoever it was that Kyle was talking to on the computer may have something to do with his best friend's disappearance even though he had called Kyle's house and had been told by his mother that Kyle was at a friend's house.

She sounded just as surprised as him when she found out that he, Stan, wasn't the friend that she had been told Kyle was spending the night with.

This was so fucking annoying! Why weren't people talking with him? And if they were talking with him, why weren't they being more clear with what they were saying? Kenny wasn't helping either with his own blunt words and he was becoming more and more pissed off while at the same time becoming more concerned.

He sensed that another wacky adventure was on its way and he groaned pathetically at the thought. Why, oh why, couldn't he live a normal life where weird ass shit didn't happen every single day?

Oh wait, what was he asking? He was asking for something reasonable in one of the most absurd places on Earth. He was being so irrational, wasn't he?

The bell rang again, this time stating that first period was officially starting and if you weren't in class, then it sucked to be you. Well, it sucked to be Stan Marsh since he was best-friendless and he was stuck without anyone rational to talk to.

The intercom beeped and instead of the usual morning announcements reader speaking, they had a treat today. It was the principal with his Hispanic accent speaking.

Good morneeng students, faculty. Zhees ees Principal Estrada informeeng you to all head to zhe gym for an important assembly. Please use zhe gym entrance in zhe 400s hallway as zhe other doors are faceeng operational malfunctions. Go in an orderly fashion please and don't push!

Christ, a Monday morning assembly? He was just springing this shit on them wasn't he? No heads up, no nothing. Just pack up your shit and do what you're told, that was their principal.

Also, would Kyra McCloud please come to zhe front office? Thank you.

Bain watched Principal Estrada critically as the man sat back in his chair, turning off his connection to the intercom system. The man was proving to be very cooperative much to his surprise but he really shouldn't have expected more from the bottom feeder.

"Not a trace of hesitation there," he commented casually as he stalked around the desk and Estrada himself, coming to a stop behind him. "No inflections, just the facts. You could be damning them to Hell but you would still sound like everything was just peachy."

"I deed what you wanted," Principal Estrada said gruffly. "Zhey're all headeeng for zhe gym and zhat one girl ees headeeng here. But why are you calleeng for Senorita McCloud?"

"Let's just say I don't like owing people debts," Bain replied easily. "She gets a heads up but if she doesn't heed it, well, you can't say I didn't try."

"What? You have a heart now?" Principal Estrada scoffed.

Ignoring him, Bain instead asked, "You know, this has been bothering me for quite some time. Why? Why have you allowed all this abuse that has been directed towards me to occur? As an educator, it should be your job to protect your students, all of them. Yet you did no such thing."

"You reelly want me to answer zhat?" Estrada deadpanned. "You of all people know zhe number of headaches you've geeveen me over zhe past tres years. You've endangered zhe students more zhan I can count, carry cuchillos on you and throweeng zhem all over zhe place and you've not yet been suspended or expelled?"

"And why didn't you expel me?" Bain asked curiously before stopping and pressing a hand to his face. "It was my slut of a mother, wasn't it?"

"Si."

"So what? This has all been some revenge scheme of yours?" Bain demanded. "You wanted to pay me back for all the headaches I've given you, is that it?"

"Si, Senor ess smart, ees he not?" Estrada retorted bitterly.

"Pathetic," Bain snorted. "You bowed down to fleshly temptation and then try to absolve yourself by harassing an amnesiac. That's so big of you, you make me want to become a macho man just like you."

"Your sarcasm, eet ees so loud," Estrada rolled his eyes.

Grabbing the principal by his forehead, he pulled Estrada's head up and stabbed Winslow into the man's neck, the blade cutting through the jugular vein. Principal Estrada's eyes widened in shock, his face slowly beginning to pale.

In a soft, growling voice, Bain said, "All actions have consequences, Estrada. Even yours no matter how untouchable you think you are. You are of no further use to me but I'm not about to let you escape without some kind of wound. And don't think you're the first person I've killed either. You're nothing but a statistic now. Congratulations, you're a legal part of America now."

Pushing the blade deeper for spite, Bain pulled Winslow out, wiping the knife against the rapidly paling man who was starting to gurgle in his throat. Putting Winslow away, he snorted contemptuously at Estrada before snagging a piece of paper and writing a quick note onto it.

Let it not be said that he didn't try.

Kyra was nervous, squirming in her seat to find some kind of comfortable position while she waited for the principal to call her in for whatever he wanted her for. She had never been called up to the office before and already she had mentally gone over everything in her head to see if she had done anything wrong that might require her to be here.

At this rate, she was going to miss part of the assembly and she hated walking into something after it had already started. All those eyes that would be on her, accusing her for daring to be late. She bet she was breaking out in hives or something, she was that anxious.

Nearby, she heard a door open and close and she assumed it was one of the office workers, a secretary perhaps. She had never been to the principal's office before but she knew it was located in the main office but not specifically where in the office. All she could see was the front desk and a stern looking woman filling out some kind of form or receipt.

Someone passed by her and it was at the moment that something fell into her lap. She blinked at the folded piece of paper and picked it up, wondering what it was. She looked towards the main office's entrance where she saw the last of a black piece of cloth vanishing around the corner. Weird.

Turning her attention back to the piece of paper, she opened it up and read the few scrawled out words.

Urgent.

Leave the building now.

What the hell was this shit? This sounded like a prank or some cheap attempt to get her in trouble. Plus, from what she had seen last week, she wouldn't put it past the principal to try and run her out of school.

Glancing at the secretary and calculating the distance between her and the door like she needed to get around Bowser from Super Mario Bros., she made a guess that she would be able to make it without being stopped and tag along at the tail end of the other kids entering the gym. She was not going to be late after all! Sure, Principal Estrada might be expecting her and while she was as straight-laced as you could get, she figured this act of defiance couldn't hurt.

Tightening her grip on her backpack, she eyed the secretary until she was sure she wasn't looking and then moving as swiftly as she could out of the office. And she made it! Utter pwnage!

"Are you Kyra McCloud?"

She froze up, her celebratory mood drenched. Crap, she was caught wasn't she? Slowly, she turned around to where she heard the voice and found herself staring at a tall man in denim with the most rugged red beard she had ever since and eyes so cold and hardened that she could swear she saw the cosmos in them.

"Yeah?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"I hear you're a gamer," the man said, "one of the best. I need you to do something for me."

"Huh? Who are you?" she demanded, her "stranger danger" alarms going off.

"Chuck Norris," the man stated.

Huh. Well, shit. Guess there was nothing she could do there. Come on, this was Chuck Norris for crying out loud! She wouldn't be able to get two feet without getting a roundhouse kick to the head and getting killed.

"W-what do you want?" she stuttered.

"I need someone to take my place for a game of golf with God," Chuck Norris said. No, he didn't explain, he just said it like it was.

"But I don't know how to play golf!" she exclaimed, wincing slightly as she realized she was telling Chuck Norris "No."

"It's Wii golf."

Wait, Wii? He wanted her to pwn God in a game of golf on the Nintendo Wii?

Well, show her the way man. If there was one thing she loved doing above anything else, it was pwning n00bs.

"Lead the way Mr. Norris," she said, her eyes twinkling in excitement.

Charlie trudged through the crowd of students that were meandering their way to the gym, going as slow as they possibly could. Not that she was in any rush, mind you, but really. Couldn't these people walk at a faster pace or something? It was bugging her to no end.

Rolling her eyes when the student traffic began to bottleneck as they got closer to the gym, she looked away, scratching her nose, when something caught her eye.

There was someone standing in the hallway, not going along with the flow of students. She recognized the posture, the aura of arrogance that surrounded the figure and just the whole evil nature of him.

It was Bain.

He too had a backpack on like everyone else but he didn't seemed concerned that he was probably not going to be able to sit in the bleachers if he didn't hurry up. He was up to something, she knew that much from this weekend but she guessed that something about this sudden assembly was involved.

Changing the direction she walking in, she forced her way to a wall, shoving people out of her way when they proved to be obstacles in her path.

Sure she may be skipping something that might be important but finding out what Bain was up to was infinitely more preferable.

The noise of countless people talking at the same time was cacophonous but Stan wasn't bothered by the noise level. As a teenager, he was used to it and actively participating in raising the volume of sound. All around him were familiar faces, like Kenny, Craig and his gang and others. A few rows in front of him was the pink blob he knew only as Sunny Dee, the girl being quiet and contend in her blandness.

A few seats over from her was Skittles and her friend Ryleigh. Skittles looked like she was about to cry at any moment while Ryleigh was beside her trying to comfort her. A few seats over from him he could see Wendy with Bebe and the two looked worried about something. There was that Kim girl sitting in front of the two and he could see that she looked put out about something, probably because Kyle wasn't here.

He could relate.

Beside him, Kenny took a seat, looking bored. The blond glanced at him and gave him a wry smile. "You hear about what happened to Brandon?"

"Why?" he asked if only because there was nothing else to do but wait. "Does he still have that lobster claw?"

"Not anymore," Brandon grumbled from right behind him. "It was cool for a bit but do you know what shit I had to do to get rid of it? That fucking doctor had me running all the way to Salt Lake City where Godzilla was coming back to life and guess who had to fight him? The fucking doctor pulled a "Honey I Blew Up the Kid," and next thing I know, I'm fifty stories tall!"

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's all I hear," Stan said dully. "Ever get sent to a dark oblivion by Cthulhu?"

"Uh…no?" Brandon said slowly, eying him weirdly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Stan said.

"Wow, you sound like you're on your period," Kenny pointed out.

"Fuck off," he grumbled. "I so don't want to be here. It's fucking freezing in here."

"Why do they have the A/C on anyway?" Kenny agreed. "I'm freezing my balls off!"

They weren't the only ones complaining either. From across the gym, they could both hear Garrison crying out about what the Mexican son of a bitch who ran this school thought he was doing.

Being cheap, Stan thought to himself. Christ, this better be quick.

Everyone was almost in place. Bain narrowed his eyes as he studied a few stragglers heading towards the gym. He'd wait a couple minutes before making his move but in the meantime, he would keep out of sight so that he wouldn't be dragged in himself.

It wouldn't do to be pulled into his own trap and not be able to trigger it. Then they would all be forced to stay in the gym for who knew how long and by then, someone would have discovered Principal Esteban's body and then everything would go to shit.

From where he stood, he looked up and down the hallway, making sure that no one else was coming. Had he looked a second too late, he wouldn't have caught some movement further down the hallway and when he focused on where he had seen it, he was barely able to make out that someone else was there, hiding.

There could only be one person at this point who would be hiding and keeping an eye on him at the same time. Well, let her do as she wished, he was still up for a bit of a challenge. She'd make him work for this and that in and of itself would only make this all the sweeter when he succeeded.

Looking away from where he knew Charlotte was watching him, he searched for anybody else, making quick glances to the gym entrance to see if anybody was still getting in or keeping it open. He spotted an inattentive teacher close the door and knew that an opportunity had been given to him. He would have preferred that the doors be left open just a bit longer, to catch anyone else he may have missed, but sometimes you had to act when you had to act.

Quickly, he unzipped his backpack and slid his hand in, gripping onto some chains he had in there. Stopping in front of the door, he pulled the chains out and began to wrap them in and around the door handles. Once he had wrapped the whole length in and around the handles, he held onto the chain with one hand while reaching back into his backpack, searching for the industrial grade lock he had gotten his hands on.

Finally pulling it out, he stuck the lock loop through various chain links before clicking it closed and sealing those foul-mouthed bastards within. There would be no way that they would be able to break through the doors before the freezing process began and the fire axes that had been kept within had already been removed.

Phase one was complete and now for the final one.

Charlie felt dread balling up in her gut as she watched Bain's lock click into place. He had just locked them all in but why?

She was sure she would soon find out.

Okay, Bain was heading away, back down the hall and away from the gym. Where was he going? What was he up to?

Her eyes widened as she saw him pull out a fire axe that he had obviously hid in a trashcan, his pace never faltering for a second. He was heading somewhere with firm intent and he was in a hurry from how fast he was moving, covering distance quickly despite his short stature. She trailed after him, not wanting to let him in on the fact that she was following him yet not wanting to lose sight of him either.

Bain came to a stop in front of a janitor's closet and with the axe, he hardly bothered to exercise restraint as he chopped the axe's blade into the door. He yanked what was suppose to be a tool of rescue back and swung it back into the door again, heedless of the camera that was recording his every move.

She had to think: had he lost it? He was usually more aware of his surroundings than this.

Watching Bain go at it, each thwack of the axe blade echoing through the hallways, she waited to see what he was going to do. Pulling the axe away one final time, Bain stuck a hand through the hole he had made and opened the janitor's closet. With the door opened, she could see him partially enter the closet but he emerged almost immediately, pulling out a mop and a yellow, wheeled janitor bucket. She watched as he pulled some cleaning liquids and dumped them into the wheeled bucket, filling it up and then sticking the mop into the mixture.

Heedless of whether or not he was making a mess, Bain began to tow the bucket behind him as he headed towards one of the school's exits.

By now, Charlie was no longer intrigued. She just wanted to get down to the bottom of this already. She no longer made an effort to hide her presence but Bain didn't acknowledge her until he came to a stop and glanced around, his eyes freezing her in place.

"Hello Charlotte," he greeted in that velvety yet scratchy voice of his that made her spine tingle. Damn, she hadn't heard him really speak like that in a long time, not counting Saturday as she figured out he had kept his voice soft. Right now he was speaking to her as if he didn't care if anybody heard him.

Now, she had questions coming out her ass that she was wanting to ask but there was really only one that seemed the most important. It didn't matter what Bain was doing and it didn't matter why he was doing it.

"When?" she asked, eyes hardening on him as she clenched a fist.

Bain blinked at her, as if not expecting her to say that. He lost that look of surprise soon enough as the corner of his lips curled upwards slightly. "Friday," he answered casually. "After detention I believe."

"And you said nothing?" she pressed.

"Naturally," he replied.

She glared at him but for a moment. Then she sighed, her tense shoulders slumping slightly. "Honestly, why should I be surprised?"

Bain only chuckled in response as he continued to stare her down.

"I don't know what exactly it is you are doing," she spoke up when it became obvious that he wasn't going to say anything. "To be honest, I don't care why you're doing it."

That seemed to prompt Bain into speaking. "Then why are you here, Charlotte?" he asked though from the way his eyes were twinkling in mirth, he gave the impression that he already knew. "Aren't you going to try and stop me?"

"Don't I always?" she countered smoothly. "It just makes my day when I find some way to piss you off."

"Sarcasm really befits you, doesn't it?" Bain asked rhetorically.

"You would know," she replied.

"Indeed I would," he agreed, "but you know, there is something I've never really got about you. We are more alike that we would like to admit but whereas I have an embittered hatred to all humanity, you stick up for those pricks, opposing my every step. Why? Why be the alpha to my omega?"

"That's because you're targeting my friends and family," she interrupted.

"I am just resolving my issues," Bain said blithelessly. "Can I help it if those resolutions involve a lot of blood and possibly death?"

"You've been attacking Rhiannon all because she gave you a kiss on the cheek," she said dryly. "I will agree with you that there are a bunch of pricks here but I'm not going to let you kill them because of some sick sense of revenge."

At this, Bain laughed heartily at her. Charlie swallowed, slightly startled by the reaction but at the same time she felt like she would melt into a puddle. He was…he was actually laughing at something she said like it was a joke! And it wasn't one of those dark or arrogant chuckles he did all the time but an actual, genuine laugh.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte," he said with condescension. "I'm not going to kill them! Whatever gave you that idea? No, I want them to suffer and the dead do not suffer. I want them all to regret they ever thought messing with me was a fun idea of theirs and I want them to know that it was me who hurt them, hurt them all!"

"But why not just go after the ones that picked on you?" Charlie demanded. "Most of those people in there did nothing!"

"Exactly!" Bain exclaimed. "They did nothing! They saw me being shoved into a garbage can and they did nothing! They're just as guilty as those assholes who did it!"

"Alright! They should have done something!" she admitted. "But that doesn't mean they have to suffer too! You don't have to do this, whatever it is you're going to do."

"That's where you're wrong," he said darkly. "I finally had a second chance at life, a chance to start it all over again! Be a normal person for once! You think I want to be like this? Alone and hated by everyone? I was once an innocent child too, one with big dreams and who just wanted to make my parents proud! But do you know what happened? People walked all over me and if I couldn't make them feel better about their selves, then I might as well may have been dead for all they cared!

"I have a cunt of a sister who has to have everybody's attention and be the beau of the ball, like she's entitled to it just by existing! I have parents who are so neglectful and with the most awful parenting skills you have ever seen! My mother treats me like I'm still a toddler and my father doesn't have the spine to just sit down with me and forge a relationship!

"And don't get me started on every motherfucker in this school. We'd be here forever. No, I wasn't born like this Charlotte, I was made. Every time I was forgotten, every time I was snubbed because of a physical deformity," here he pointed at his left, green eye that contrasted vividly with his right, brown eye, "every time I trusted only to be burned, it was all them! Every fucking single one of them! And they all have the gall to think they're the ones in the right? The normal ones who perform all these altruistic feats and save the fucking day because they are the good guys but at the same time they are the most selfish, prideful, glutinous people you could ever meet!

"They made me but they don't want to take responsibility," he grounded out, "and when I do show up on their collective radars, they try to pass me off as some wacko who doesn't fit in and because of that, I deserve to be socially outcasted. Well, let's see them try to pass this off when it is clear they are in the wrong and I have the recorded evidence to back that claim!"

"Christ, would someone turn off the damn A/C?" Garrison complained. He didn't have a coat on and unlike a lot of people, he was really feeling the cold. "I swear, that fucking wetback is doing this to get to me."

Peering in annoyance at his fellow teachers and seeing them not doing anything, something in him snapped.

"Okay, that's it! I'm turning up the heat!" he declared as he went in search of a thermostat control. There had to be one somewhere in here, right?

It didn't take him long to find the thermostat, however, he discovered that the condition of it was less to be desired. It looked like someone had smashed the damn thing in and practically torn it out of the wall.

"Huh, that doesn't look good," Garrison said to himself.

"Will you listen to yourself!" Charlie interrupted. "You're blaming everyone for the way you turned out, everyone but yourself! That's pathetic Bain. I really expected more out of you that some whinny emo kid who should be on Oprah. You're the one to blame because you did nothing to change your situation. You just went along with it so that you could feel like you wouldn't be able to blame yourself. Well, you're preaching to the wrong choir; I had fucking cancer. I should be dead now but I'm not. I'm still breathing and it's because I chose to."

"And I guess that's why I'm attracted to you," Bain sneered at her. "You're just as hypocritical as me and yet you take responsibility. When I woke up in the hospital all those weeks ago, you didn't abandon me; you stayed by my side, taking responsibility. You can admit you are in the wrong yet you are so afraid to show weakness. You keep those who you really care about close to your chest and you treasure them. Can you blame me for trying to get a little of that for myself?"

She was stunned by the confession. Sure, it was twisted in a way that was solely Bain but that didn't stop her heart from hammering within her chest.

"Speechless, eh?" Bain commented self-depreciatingly. "You've probably never had someone outside of your family tell you that. But it takes a lot to impress me and what you did, trying to look out for me when my memory was gone, that was impressive. It touches me, right here," he placed his hand over where his heart was. "I don't mind if you don't return the sentiments and I don't care. All it means is that I'm going to try and court you. My way, of course."

Charlie found herself blushing red. She…she didn't know how to handle this…

The jugs of polypropylene continued to remain in their bondage, each one having been inserted into the fire sprinkler system for nearly two days by now. The butcher paper that had once capped them was now thoroughly soaked in the compound and small droplets were leaking through and into the pipes.

It wouldn't take much in order to force them to release their contents.

"Got a light on you?"

She blinked at the unexpected question. Bain was looking at her as if expecting an answer but when one wasn't forthcoming, he shrugged and said, "That's all right. I came prepared."

She watched in fascination as Bain took out a matchbook and plucked a match out of it. Lighting the match with a quick motion, he dropped it into the forgotten, yellow janitor's bucket. Flames burst from it and Bain removed the mop from it, now more of a torch instead of a cleaning instrument.

Winking at her, he said, "Word of advice: run, don't walk to the nearest exit."

With those vague words, he rammed the flaming mop right up into a fire sprinkler.

The system was triggered.

The sprinkler pipes opened themselves to the water main that ran under the school and began to suck in the liquid as quickly as possible. The pressure exerted was enough to tear open the butcher paper and allow the polypropylene to enter the pipes as well.

As the coolant rushed in, water followed behind it in a rushing torrent.

There was a shrill ring in the air that caught Stan's attention almost immediately and as he looked up to find the source of the sound, the fire sprinklers turned on and began to pepper everyone with small droplets of water.

In no time at all, he was soaked and his already foul mood sank down another notch. Well wasn't this great? After waiting forever for what the school had planned in a ball-freezing room, the fire alarm was going off and drenching them.

He so wanted to kill someone right now.

He ignored the wails of many girls as they cried out in sorrow about their now ruined makeup, preferring instead to get out of here as soon as possible like many others were. Garrison passed by and he could hear the teacher cursing the principal under his breath like this was all his fault.

"Do you think they'll let us off for today?" Kenny asked optimistically beside him.

They better.

"Hey!" someone cried out. "The door won't open!"

Stan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, one less place to get out of here.

"Why won't this fucking door open?" someone swore on the other side of the gym.

Wait, Stan frowned to himself, why were two doors unable to be opened? And why did it seem like it was getting colder in here all of a sudden?

One by one, he overheard other people complaining about the other exits not opening and Stan began to feel a ball of dread well up in his gut. Something was not right; why would someone lock them all in the gym and then try to flood it? Give them hypothermia or something?

He whipped his head around, searching for a potential point of escape and as he did so, he saw Kenny right beside him, completely blue.

Wait, were those icicles hanging off of him?

Kenny's eyes were wide and his teeth were clattering as more and more water rained down on them until they stopped clattering altogether. There was a crackling sound in the air, as if something was freezing up…oh Christ.

He watched in horror as Kenny froze up into a block of ice but before he could cry out a rendition of his famous catch phrase, the ice around Kenny's feet began spreading out. Ice was beginning to form on the raven-haired jock, his movements slowing down as whatever had happened to Kenny was happening to him now.

From the cries of others, he assumed that he was not the only one this was happening to and as he began to say, "Oh my G—" the freezing process had rendered him immobile. Students continued to panic as the ice continued to spread, capturing them all several at a time and with the doors locked, there was no way they could get out.

There was no way out…

Bain's boots crunched on the gravel as he strolled away from the school. Looking at the building, you would have no idea of the chaos that was occurring within it but Bain calculated that in a couple of more minutes, emergency response vehicles would be on the scene. However, by then it would be too late. All those assholes would be popsicles and it would be some time after that before they found Estrada.

Best of all, he had kept all the security cameras off so that no one would have any proof he was responsible. He had made sure to double check the system's status before he had left Estrada's office and since by then Estrada was unconscious from bloodloss, there was nothing to worry about.

All in a day's work.

"Bain!"

He stopped and turned slightly, eying Charlotte as she approached him. Though he could see she was a little wet, the outdoor temperatures were too warm for any of the coolant to have an effect on her. Still, he braced himself, waiting for the anticipated punch the girl would more than likely throw at him.

Such a violent girl, she could be.

He could hear the alarms in the distance; fire trucks and police vehicles were on their way. What would be the odds they would spot the two of them on the side of the road? It all depended on which direction they were coming from but he was sure that no one would be paying them any attention. The authority figures in this town were notoriously incompetent so anyone spotting them wouldn't give it a second thought.

"Where are you going?" she demanded. "What did you do?"

"Doesn't matter anymore, does it?" he replied flippantly. "There's nothing you can do to change anything and all the emergency workers are going to have their hands full with it. So, I'm going home."

"That's it?" she said incredulously.

"There's no point in staying," Bain shrugged. "I've got a free pass to senior year. I don't have to do anything now. Besides, they all are going to have their hands full that they're just going to declare school canceled for the day. This makes you pretty much open, doesn't it?"

"What are you getting at?" she asked though there was no accusing tone in her voice. She sounded as if she really was curious about what he was leading to.

"You really are so dense, Charlotte," he chided as he reached into his backpack one more time. "Being blunt always seems to be the way to go with you, so let me put it this way." Pulling his hand back out, he held between his fingers a rose with petals blackened and shriveled with age and held it up to her in offering. "We have nothing that requires our presence so why not allow me to treat you to a little tryst."

"Hold up," Charlie said, holding a hand up. "Are…are you asking me out? On a date?"

"If that makes you feel better, then yes," Bain deadpanned.

Damn it, she was smirking at him now. She took the rose from his hand and cupped both her hands against the back of her head with the rose intertwined in her fingers, taking up a relaxed stance. "Don't tell me you're a closet romantic," she teased. "And here I thought you were a wannabe badass with a knife fetish."

"Stop grinding my nerves or I'll take my offer back," he growled.

"Sorry, Mr. Sensitive," she drawled. "Sure, lead away. Let's see if you can treat a girl right."

Mockingly, Bain bowed at his waist, extending his arm out courteously. "After you, my little whore."

"Fine by me, bastard," she retorted good-naturedly.

"In the early hours of morning, firemen and police were alerted to a catastrophe of freezing proportions! An entire school of high school students and teachers were found locked in their gym, all of them turned into giant iceblocks. This is reminiscent of a girl who was admitted to the hospital a few days before in which hospital staff was told that they had eleven minutes to thaw her out or else she'd be frozen forever.

"Ambulances were called from all over the area to tend to the disaster where it was estimated that it would take hundreds of dollars to fix the damages but that the school would be asking for tens of thousands in order to make it look worse than it was. School in South Park can safely be called off until its students can be thawed. Pretty cool, huh Tom?

"In breaking news, only hours ago, police arrived to arrest the govenator himself, Arnold Schwarzenegger, for allegedly trying to freeze the world and hold it ransom. After a twenty hour standoff in which hundreds of police and SWAT members were killed, the Govenator abandoned the governor's office looking just like the Terminator. This was because the Govenator apparently found out the location of where Sarah Conner was hiding and tried to kill her so that her son John Conner wouldn't be born to stop the robot apocalypse from occurring which led to the situation being resolved.

"Unfortunately, all of Southern California was destroyed, killing billions of people, only a tenth of them white people. There were also a bunch of African Americans and Hispanics but who really cares about them? They were liberal pussies anyway. But Sarah Conner managed to survive and drove off into the desert but we weren't suppose to tell you that.

"In other news—"

The TV flashed off, light dimming from its screen quickly until the black surface began to reflect the image of a couple sitting snugly on a black leathered couch. One looked at home on the couch, his arm draped over the other who had a look about them that expressed the desire to be anywhere other than there.

Damien tapped his fingers lightly against his captive's orange jacket as he let his red eyes adjust to the sudden lack of light in the dim lighting of the room that made one feel they were in the heart of evil itself. Though it looked like his arm was laid casual, it was lazily keeping his captive in place, forcing him to endure his company whether he wanted it or not.

And it wasn't as if Kyle had any choice in the matter. The Antichrist would keep him here until he was sure his captive knew of his claim upon him and only then would he allow him to return to the surface.

He felt Kyle shift against him nervously and he shifted his eyes down to look at the Jewish boy inquisitively. Kyle though was purposely not looking at him, something that Damien made a mental note of to change. There was only one place those eyes should be looking and that place was not away from him.

"Speak, young Hebrew," he commanded. "Tell me what it is that is on your mortal mind." Kyle swallowed and opened his mouth to speak to him, more than likely fearful of his reaction, but Damien interrupted him. "Look at me when you speak. It's either that or you say nothing."

Kyle nodded and slowly yet fearfully raised his eyes up to him. This was good; they were making progress. "Can…can I go home please? My mom…she's gotta to be wondering where I am and worried about me."

"And?" Damien pressed, aware that the mortal boy was not telling him everything. He tightened his arm around the Jew, nonverbally warning him not to hold back.

"I…I-I-I want to see if Stan is all right," Kyle blurted out, closing his eyes as if he was bracing himself for some kind of horrible punishment. "The news…it said that something happened at school. I want to find out if my friends are okay."

Damien hummed in his throat. "That's good Kyle. It's a reasonably request but it's also one I can answer for you. If they are dead, it would only take me five minutes to find out everything. But if I was to let you return to the surface, what guarantee would I have that you wouldn't try to run? You should know by now that I'm not the type that you fuck with."

Kyle looked away, nodding his head sullenly. Looking back at him because that was what he had been told to do, he then asked, "Are you ever going to let me go?"

"Eventually," he told him. "But not before I ingrain into your mind and soul one thing, that you belong to me now. Until then, I don't want you leaving my sight, Kyle."

Kyle whimpered as he shifted uncomfortably against him.

"It's not so bad," Damien admonished. "You'll get use to it in time. You'll get used to me in time. And—"

"Damien? Honey!" his dark father's voice interrupted from another room. "I'm stepping out for a while. Do you need anything? More goat's milk? Another still beating heart?"

Damien frowned and looked over the back at the couch, replying, "No!"

"What about your little friend? Would he like some custard human leg?"

"We're fine!" Damien shouted back, becoming more and more annoyed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

All right, all right, I'll see you later. Don't torture you're little friend too badly while I'm gone and if you do, try to keep it down. You kept me up all night with those moans and screams and—"

"Father!" he practically screeched, his face red from partial embarrassment.

"Yes, yes, well, see you later…"

Damien took deep breaths, his chest rising and lowering, pushing Kyle up and down and making him more fearful for his immortal soul. Finally, Damien seemed to calmed down and with one hand, he began to comb the Jew's fiery locks, his clawed fingernails scratching his scalp gently like he was a pet. Humans liked these things, right?

"You have no need to be afraid of me," he finally said. "I'm not that bad, am I? Sure, I'm evil incarnate but once you get to know me…well, I can be quite friendly."

Kyle shivered against him.

"Now don't be like that," he said. "I know you enjoyed it. You enjoyed it more than you let on. Just accept it, let go of those pesky inhibitions that restrict you so. We all have but one life to live so why not live it to its fullest?" His hand stilled but he kept it sitting on Kyle's head, not doing anything with it.

A moment of silence encompassed them, neither of them saying anything as they laid sprawled out on the couch, letting time pass them by without interruption. Damien sniffed the Jew's hair, taking in its unkempt and unwashed scent that he never seemed to get tired of.

"I…I don't understand," Kyle finally spoke. "Why me? Why?"

"Because, out of all the mortals I've chatted with, I like you the best," Damien said, keeping a hint of vagueness in his voice. "You are so honest, so naïve of how the world really works, so much so that I want to do anything in my power to corrupt you.

"But don't think this story is about to end. No, there are too many plotlines without satisfactory resolutions left, including ours," he continued, his eyes peering straight ahead as if he was speaking to someone else. "No, we'll have our conclusions in due time but it will take at least a sequel to resolve it all. So, until then, you are mine to do with as I wish Kyle.

"And as you've probably found out already, my pet, I don't like to share. With anyone. So pat yourself on the back for making it this far."

Damien's eyes glowed red as he peered straight into your eyes as you read these very words. "It could be worse. You could have wasted your time like the poor schmucks reading this."

Author's Note: That's right, I'm continuing some subplots from this fic in my upcoming one. However, I will still require you submit your OCs for that one when it comes out if only because it makes it easier for me to know who I have to work with. Either that or you can send me a PM now and give me permission to continue using your OCs. If you say nothing, they will be disregarded for those that respond. That's just the way I'm doing this, no disrespect to anyone. So, until the New Year.