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"...yeah." Randy nodded. Stan watched in anticipation as his father talked to Kyle's on the phone. "We tried calling there already. No answer." he nodded. Stan could hear a small buzz from the phone as Gerald talked. "...well it's a long story... I know it's impor- ...yes... Well I wouldn't be considering anything like this if Stan wasn't freaking out."

'Hey...!' Stan was offended. But that feeling subsided, as he decided it was true, and his dad sighed and set the phone back on the reciever. "Well, dad?"

Randy opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, only to repeat the action. "Stan... they're checking it out."

"...and?"

"And what?" Randy turned his body to fully face his son, who looked pained. "Listen, Stan, if anything's wrong, they'll call the police. It's not our place to assume things and take matters into our own-"

"But I just know something's going on! I know Kyle and Ike are in danger!" Stan's voice wavered slightly, the back of his eyes beginning to burn with oncoming tears.

"Sweety, you don't know that..." Sharon set a hand on her son's shoulder, a comforting gesture. "They could just be asleep, for all we know."

"Asleep in their own blood, maybe..."

Stan shook his head. What could he do? His parent's weren't going to help, and they would probably ground him if he called the police and it turned out that Kyle and Ike were just sleeping. But Stan knew otherwise. He didn't get this feeling very often, but when he did, something bad always happened. He was pissed off because his parent's never believed him.

'Hm...' he thought. 'I can get Kenny and we can go check on them!' Feeling a small pang of hope shoot through him, Stan turned and headed for the door, not even bothering to grab his coat.

"Stan, where are you going?"

"Kenny's."

And he was out the door.

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Kyle's eyes were screwed shut. Joseph had shot at him, but... Kyle didn't hurt anywhere.

Crap, he thought, I'm dead.

He cracked his eyes open one at a time, looking down and checking himself for anything red. Nothing. But... What? Then he cocked his head sideways to glance at the wall. Sure enough, there was a hole with a small stream of smoke spilling from it.

Okay, maybe I'm not...

"I'm offended." Joseph suddenly spoke. Kyle looked to him just as he was putting the gun back into his coat. "I would never shoot anything as gorgeous as you, dear. I would hate to ruin that perfect little body of yours."

Kyle's eyes were as wide as saucers at this point. "Ah... ah, dude, that's fucked up..." he tried to scoot back, unable to do so because of the wall, as Joseph knelt down before him and played with a button on his shirt. Kyle was watching his hand intently. When Joseph popped it open, that was when Kyle growled and jerked.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch me." he seethed out. Ah-ah, no way was he letting this fucking pervert take the only innocence he had left. That belonged to Stan. Not some horny pedophile. "Pervert."

Kyle finally looked up, noticing for the first time that Joseph had taken his hat and sunglasses off. He was blonde.

Joseph smiled, running a calloused hand through Kyle's red hair. "Proud of it." Kyle nearly gagged when his lips were covered with those of his abductor. He wiggled in protest, but Joseph took hold of his jaw, holding it painfully in place and began to slide a hand up and under Kyle's shirt...

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There was a tapping.

It was loud.

And it was getting on Kenny's last nerve.

Groaning, Kenny threw his dirty sheet off of himself and wobbled over to his window, but not before glancing sleepily at his clock. Jesus fucking Christ! It's nearly eleven! Well, okay, it wasn't that late. Kenny just didn't like being woken up. Angrily, he flung his window open.

"Stan," Kenny hissed. "I was sleeping. What the hell do you want?" And then he remembered something. "...aren't you supposed to be at Kyle's?"

"That's why I'm here. We need to go to his house, now."

"Go by yourself," Kenny yawned, moving aside and giving Stan enough room to climb through his window. "Wait... you're already supposed to be there. Why aren't you?"

"We..." Stan hesitated, growing quiet with his next words. "Got into a fight." He'd rather not remember. "But I'm worried. Something happened to me on the way home and I think Kyle and Ike are in trouble..."

"So let me get this straight," Kenny sighed, raising a finger to his head in thought. "Something happened to you and you're worried about them? Shouldn't you be worried about yourself?"

Stan sighed heavily, almost desperately, and Kenny became alert. "Kenny... just come with me... Please?" Stan was looking into his eyes, begging for his help. Kenny stayed quiet, thinking. Stan never begged for anything, so it must be something serious. And he did sound awful worried. Kenny smiled reassuringly at his friend.

"Sure, dude."

He was suddenly enveloped in a tight hug, which he happily returned. "God, Kenny... you're the greatest."

"Tell me something I don't already know," the two boys laughed and let go of the other. Kenny threw his thin coat on and followed Stan out the window.

They had were about halfway to Kyle's house and so far, it had been silent. Kenny didn't like silent. "So, uhm, what'd you and Kyle fight about?" Kenny hoped it wasn't about Kyle's sexuality. He didn't think Kyle could handle not being with his best friend.

The raven haired boy was quiet. Then softly, he spoke. "I... read his diary. It was a stupid thing to do... He hate's me now." A sigh. "I had no idea that he..."

"Liked you?" Kenny grinned at him through the darkness. Stan turned to him, surprised.

"You knew?"

The blonde stretched, situating his hands comfortably behind his head. "Of course. I was the one who helped him figure it out." From the corner of his eye, Kenny saw Stan drop his head and stuff his hands into his pockets. "...you're not gonna, like, ignore him now are you?" there was a small hint of disbelief in his tone.

"What?" Skepticism. "Of course not! Actually... I, erm..."

"Like him back!" Kenny chirped. "Well this is good!"

"No, it's not."

"Why not?"

Stan rolled his eyes. "Were you not listening? He hates me now. I ruined any chance I would have had."

"You're overreacting." A silence spread over the two. Stan took the time to look at their surroundings; the snow was nearly three inches thick as they trudged through it, houses of various colors lined the streets, giving the neighborhood a friendly feeling. There were a few bushes covered with small, orange mountain flowers that always seemed to be in bloom. Stan thought they were cute and he smiled. They remind me of Kyle.

Kyle...

Stan shivered. He should have grabbed his jacket.

"He really loves you, you know," Startled at the gentleness of Kenny's usually loud voice, Stan switched his gaze from the flowers to the orange-clad teen beside him. They'd slowed their pace noticeably. "You should hear the way he ramble's on and on about how great you are. It's cute, really." Kenny had a serene smile playing his lips and Stan couldn't help but smile back. Kenny really was a great friend, a total perve at times, but Stan loved the way the blonde always listened and helped in any way he could to ensure his friends' happiness.

And Stan felt selfish.

They all knew Kenny needed help, too, but... they never listened to him. They never really cared for him the way Kenny always cared for them. All they've ever done was tease him for being such a man-whore and dirt poor. Well, Cartman was the one teasing him about being poor. Absentmindedly, Stan reached out and took Kenny's hand in his. The blonde tensed slightly.

"Stan, what are you-"

"Thank you, Kenny. You really are the best."

He blinked a few times then glanced down to their hands. Feeling his face burn, Kenny gripped Stan's hand loosely. "No problem..." he mumbled.

The two finally reached Kyle's house. The raven haired boy snatched his hand back quickly and ran toward's a police car and small crowd of people. Kenny followed closely behind, fear creeping into his empty stomach.

"E-excuse me... Pardon me..." Stan pushed through the crowd to the front. He would have gone further if not fot the yellow caution tape stopping him. Kenny followed suit, appearing beside Stan at the tape.

"Uhh, mister... police man, guy...?" Stan tapped the nearest officer on the shoulder. Kenny took note that there were quite a few. The man turned around.

"Yes?"

"Uhm... erm, what hap-hap..." the words were on the tip of his tongue, but they refused to come out right. Thank heavens Kenny was there; he quickly rushed to his aid.

"What's going on, officer?"

The tall man blinked, looking as though he was debating whether or not to tell. "We've got a hostage situation of sorts. A neighbor called in two strange noises coming from this house. Then we got a call from a destressed woman claiming she couldn't get into her house and that her son's weren't answering the phone."

Stan's blood went cold. I knew it.

"Hey, son? Are you alright?"

"They're gonna die..." Stan choked out.

"Stan?" Kenny whispered. "...Stan? Uhm, are you okay...?"

"No I'm not o-fucking-kay, Kenny!" Stan snapped, putting a hand to his forehead. The officer looked startled.

The blonde gulped, setting a hand on Stan's shoulder. He was shaking. "Stan, I... I'm sorry, dude."

The sounds of a woman wailing floated to their ears. Both Stan and Kenny looked in the direction it was coming from, but swiftly averted their gaze as she slapped one of the officers. Feeling defiant, Stan pulled the yellow tape up and slid under it, running past a few officers and to the upset woman. Kenny, being his cunning self, snuck in behind his friend. He stopped behind Stan who looked as if he were having trouble deciding whether or not he wanted to let the lady know he was there, but Stan hesitanly reached his hand and set it on the shoulder of the lady, who looked up to him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Kenny finally recognized her as Kyle's mother.

"Stan?" she sniffed. "You... you aren't in there with Kyle? Are you two mad at each other?"

"No... no, we're fine. I just... I just remembered I had some... some history homework I needed to fin..." his talking was interrupted when a small sob decided to rip from his throat. Insanity took over and he clinged to the mother of his best friend, burrying his face into her shoulder. Sheila wrapped her arms around him. Stan guessed it was okay to cry... after all, Kyle's parents' were. Why couldn't he?

And that's exactly what he did.

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Kyle stared blankly at his wall. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He wanted to wake up from the hellish nightmare he was stuck in... but he couldn't. The only thing he could do was sit there in a small pool of his blood and the pervert's... you know. He glared at the hole in his wall where the bullet was. Oh how Kyle wished that bullet hit him instead.

Lucky wall.

He listened to the sounds from outside - sirens, cars, trucks, people - and wished they'd go away. There was nothing they could do. Sure, they could somehow rescue him, but the events of the night would forever be etched in his brain.

He felt disgusting.

He pitied himself.

And he was sure his self-esteem leven had dropped dramatically.

He wondered how Ike was. If he was even still alive. He wondered what his friends reactions would be when they found out about this. Kenny would freak out. Cartman... would probably make fun of him for being such a little pussy and letting himself get raped. And Stan...

Well that didn't matter because Stan was never going to talk to him again. He'd fucked up that relationship.

Kyle felt the blood he was sitting in start to dry so, as much as it hurt, he used what little strength he had left in his legs to lift himself up slightly. He winced as it ripped at the tender skin. But then again, this was nothing compaired to the pain he'd experienced earlier.

Nothing would ever be able to compair.

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Authors Rant: o.o I'm amazed at myself. I actually LIKE this chapter.

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Ohhhh I threw in a little StanxKenny there :D I couldn't resist. That whole part was kinda cute n.n And there's going to be more Kyle and Ike in the next chaper.

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