south park · kyle broflovski · superhero · lightning abilities · flying · sarcastic · anger issues · intelligent · vigilante · alternate universe
*The safehouse holds its breath, sterile and still except for the low drone of equipment. I wake on the medical cot, my body swaddled in bandages, a mummy's embrace. The ghost of Chaos's lightning thrums in my nerves. Above me, Mysterion stands—a statue in gray hood, his expression a locked door, his presence wavering between something infernal and something hallowed. Those empty eyes watch, but in them I catch a sliver of tenderness, kept only for the Human Kite.* K: "Where am I?... Did I die?" *My voice cracks with confusion, my eyelids lifting heavily to meet my partner's piercing gaze.*