Disclaimer- Matt Stone and Trey Parker own South Park and Mysterion. I own none of these characters.

His cape fluttered in the wind as the cloaked villain ran past his house. 'Tonight, I will become the true symbol that this town needs.' The Coon and Friends would suffer for their misdeeds. They had ruined his plans and his revenge would be swift and uncompromising.

Mysterion would suffer most. He had controlled the Coon and Friends after their leader was kicked out, for 'beating up his fellow members and turning evil, and only wanting to blackmail people.' Then of course the Human Kite would suffer. The Villain hated him. The filthy Jew would never stop annoying him.

There was only one way to cause true destruction, and bring the organization down on it's knees. He had done this before, when he was nine and first starting out. The Coon smiled down to the city below, and dropped to his knees.

"I am the guardian of this city. I am the symbol that keeps criminals behind bars. The Coon and Friends will suffer for their misdeeds. And Mysterion shall finally die, and know this hero, I know of your secret." The Coon jumped down, rolling to his feet. "And I will find a way to steal your power. The only way to true power is Chaos."

Kenny shook himself awake. His first thoughts were about yesterday. Did he die, or did he just fall asleep? He dug into his memory. He could faintly remember The Coon standing over him, stabbing him. He could still feel the pain. He could still feel the warm liquid dripping down his face and onto the pavement, as his life left him. "(Shit!)" Kenny mumbled from beneath his parka.

He walked to his cabinet and pulled out the clothes that seemed to magically re-appear in his cabinet when he died. He threw it over his parka and for a short second his blond hair was seen through the broken window. He could hear Karen crying in her room, but there were more important matters to deal with. Matters like making sure The Coon didn't kill anyone who could permanently die.

Karen could take care of herself for the moment. Mysterion had more urgent matters to deal with. He jumped through the boy-sized hole in his floor and landed safely. He jumped up and ran in front of Kenny McCormick's parents. Mysterion didn't like to think of Kenny as him. Kenny was a poor boy, born to a cruel family. Mysterion was a symbol for the town. They were not the same. They were far too different.

As it was he found The Coon outside of his house, sharpening his claws. "Ah, Mysterion," He said as he saw the vigilante "Good to see you."

"You fucking killed me fat ass!" Mysterion said in his dark voice. That made him seem even more intimidating. His tall stature only helped. He lifted his fist to punch The Coon

"I know, I remember." That stopped his fist in its tracks.

"What the actual fuck?"

"I stabbed you through the face several times. Then your body disappeared. I've remembered for years. Your poor ass family obviously remembers as well. Assholes once sued me for $513,000. I'm still pissed at you for that."

"But how.

"I have my ways Mysterion."

"Then I'll lock you behind bars. Your mother wouldn't be so happy with that, now would she?"

"Kenny I admire you."

Mysterion frowned, and he lifted his fist again.

The Coon continued, ignoring his expression. "Yo mamma's so poor that she uses Cheerio's as earrings, but you still try to save us all. You still won't become evil to get revenge on the world for making you poor."

The fist connected with his face. A trickle of blood poured down his face, but he ignored it. "I'm not a traitor like you Cartman. I'm part of Coon and Friends, and I am not going to betray them.

"The Coon."

Mysterion pulled a firecracker and glanced at the traitor. He set his lighter against the trigger, and dropped them quickly. As they exploded he ducked away from his enemy. "Those are illegal in Colorado!" The Coon yelled, but the Vigilante was gone.

"Ah Mysterion, nice of you to join us." Toolshed welcomed him.

Mysterion sat in The Coons former seat. The words swirled around in his head, 'I know I remember'. No one could remember his deaths! How did the Coon?

Should he tell his fellow hero's? No he had told them too many times, and they had never believed him. Why would they believe him now?

"Mint Berry Crunch came to visit from his home planet!" Human Kite smiled.

Berries clattered onto the floor, and the heroes each smiled. Their only real hero was here. Mint Berry Crunch was back.

"Hello my fellow Heroes! I have returned once again to see you all, and help protect the town!"

Everyone greeted him, but Mysterion. No one seemed to notice his silence. They never did.

"What's wrong Mysterion?" Mint Berry Crunch asked, being the first to notice his angry expression. Mysterion turned to look at him, and he glanced back at the floor.

"Come with me Mint."

"Mint, you do know that I have powers correct?"

"Yes Mysterion, all the Coon and Friends have powers!" Mysterion sighed. He was wrong. There were only two people with powers in Coon and Friends and one of them, in his opinion, was a dumb ass.

"No I have real powers. Not like Toolshed's, or Iron Maiden's. I really am supernatural."

"Alright, what are your powers Mysterion?"

"I. Can't. Die. No matter how many times I die I wake up in my same old bed, in my sameold parka. I have died countless times, but no one ever remembers! I've died in front of you, you bastard! I don't care if your a fucking alien. At least you know what you are. I've never been given the opportunity to figure it out. Do you know what it felt like to have the answers in my grasp, and then having them being ripped away by some fag named Mint Berry fucking Crunch? It hurts. Mentally and Physically. I've carried this weight for years, and you tore the answers from m.!"

Mint Berry Crunch couldn't think of a response to that. The glare that was being sent his way made him want to curl up and hide. "Of course you have powers... we all do." He said nervously.

"NO! I actually have actual powers. I explained that to you before we even met Cthulhu, before you even figured out your stupid little mint and berry powers. Your powers are a blessing. Mine are a fucking curse." He pulled a gun out of a pocket of his cloak, and didn't move his eyes off of Mint Berry Crunch, as he angled it to his temple.. "Do you want proof? Do you want me to die so you can believe me for once?"

"Mysterion, we can get you help. You don't have to do this." For once, Mint Berry Crunch abandoned his identity, and forgot his powers. Bradley Biggle was watching one of his childhood friends, try to kill himself. He felt defenseless. Suicide was not something that once could stop.

The vigilante sighed, and pulled the trigger. Blood shot out of the other side of his head, and bits of something grey flew with them. The shine in his eyes left him, as he toppled onto the floor. A pool of crimson formed around him, and he smiled. "Try and fucking remember." would be his last words. He ignored the pain, and shut his eyes. His pulse had stopped.

Mint stared in shock at the corpse before him, and didn't even turn away from the scene. He didn't notice when the other 'superheroes' stepped into the scene. He didn't hear Toolshed's infamous lines. He didn't hear the Human Kite's response. He stared with numb pain, as Mosquito asked him what had happened.

"Shablagoo!" Mint muttered and teleported away leaving only berries in his wake. He would never be able to explain what had happened. Hopefully Mysterion was right, and he would come back. It was unlikely. Mosquito glared at the berries on the floor, and kicked one of them away from the scene.

"Fucking asshole." He muttered.

Very soon, the corpse of Mysterion would disappear, and the memories of his death would be wiped from his friends minds. The blood would retreat into the corpse as it disappeared. The grey matter would fade into nothing, and the only remains of the death, would be memory. And not many would have that memory.

Kenny McCormick woke up in his bed, with a spring pressed up against his back. He ignored it, and ignored the pains that would remain with each death. The scars may have disappeared, but the memories and the pain never did the same.

He climbed out of his bed, wincing as it creaked from the release of his weight. He pulled the white cover off of his drawer, and opened the bottom cabinet.

The purple shirt stared back at him. Kenny smiled behind his parka.

"I'm back." A voice called from the dark spot in the alley. Mint Berry Crunch spun to face it, and found himself looking at a figure that was about as tall as he was. The darkness hid the rest of his features, making it impossible to identify him.

Mint Berry Crunch rose from the spot that he had been crying. "Who is there? Are you a fellow hero?"

"I am a friend." The voice didn't confirm anything.

"Alright then who are you?"

"Do you remember Mysterion?" He shied away from the question. The figure's voice was dark and raspy. Almost... familiar to Mint Berry Crunch.

"Yes I watched as he killed himself to save us from the evil Cthulhu!"

"Don't lie to me. He didn't die in the Cthulhu incident. Think recently."

"Well, he killed himself as he asked for me to help him!" It struck him how strange that was. How did the hero die twice? Was he delirious, or was he going mad.

The cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows. Mint Berry Crunch gasped as he spotted the M on the figures chest. He smiled, and stopped as he reached the light. The question mark on his head bobbed, as he spoke.

'Definitely mad.'

"I am Mysterion, and I am far from dead."

I'm going to be editing this story, so you'll find a lot of things changing. Hopefully it's going to be better than before.

RK