Disclaimer: I don't own South Park dude. Really. The nerve of you.

Summary:AU. The mutant "problem" is out in the open and everyone's taking a stand. This includes South Park. In the heat of all the mutant propaganda the teens of South Park must learn to deal with their powers, the mysterious S.H.I.E.L.D agency, and the secret about Kyle's past that could destroy everything. Slash-Style, Cryle. Kyle-centric. Slight xmen crossover.

A/N: This is a rewrite of my fic Freaks, which was deleted a while back. I really wanted to go a better direction with the plot and here it is. Tada! Btw, this is slash, so if that squicks you...LEAVE. I dedicate this to my epic homie Traban16! Lurv you man!

Dreams/Visions: Hello

Thoughts: 'Hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Mind control/Telepathy: "Hello"/'Hello'

Kenny Talk: ("Hello")

Chapter one: Dream a little dream

I can feel a phoenix inside of me
As I march alone to a different beat
Slowly swallowing down my fear

~Katy Perry, Who am I living for?

Fuzzy voices. Loud screams and gunfire. Being pulled from his bed. Body exposed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Dr. Collins. A shiny nametag and cold glare.

"Please…we didn't do anything…please…!"

"They're just children sir."

"Yes. Only cubs Johnson, but they will grow up to be tigers! Do you want-"

Flashing lights. The thick smell of gunfire.

"Don't try to be a hero boy!"

"STAN!"

Stan, bloody and unconscious, sprawled across the concrete. Fire glinting off of living diamond. Shelly. Sobbing over her brother.

"Please wake up! Please wake up!"

"Shelly! We have to go! Now!"

Flashes of death and confusion. Footsteps and blurred bloody walls. Running. Running fast. Lungs burning. Crying out. Soldiers following.

"Shelly! Hurry up!"

Rapid gunshots. She's dead. Blood everywhere. Dead like Stan. Forever. More footsteps. Running again. Tripping. Falling. Looking up at the end of a gun.

"Please…please…no…no…please…" Pleading. So Scared. So very very scared.

A deafening bang. Pain, red hot, blooming. The metallic taste of blood, then-

nothing.

Kyle shot up in bed, screaming, a cold sweat coating his body, the sheets tangled around his lower body. Wide green eyes darted around as the door burst open, his mother and father rushing in, obviously panicked.

"Kyle! Are you alright Bubee?", Sheila asked, eyes wide with concern as she took in his appearance.

He nodded, grimacing. "Fine ma. It-It was just a nightmare. Nothing big." He tried to sound okay, but found he couldn't stop his voice from shaking.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, breathing finally returning to normal. "No ma! I just want to go back to sleep."

Sheila sighed. "Alright. We'll go." They moved to the door, but stopped to glance back at him. "If you want to talk-"

"No ma! I'm fine!"

She moved forward. "But Bubee…this is the forth one this we-"

He growled. "I'm fine ma!"

She nodded and backed out, Gerald following silently. "Alright." Sigh. "Goodnight."

He nodded, sighing when they closed the door and padded down the hall to their rooms. He heard the satisfied click of his parents door, a sound he'd learned to identify when he was younger, and the house went dark and quiet.

He sat up quietly, sighing. He knew he couldn't go back to sleep. The nightmares would return. No. He couldn't go back to sleep. Getting up, he made his way over to his computer and turned it on. Maybe Stan would be online and he could finally talk to him about why he'd been avoiding him lately.

Waiting for the computer to boot up he found himself thinking about his nightmares. They'd suddenly started showing up after his sixteenth birthday, the first one happening that very night. He'd just closed his eyes that night and suddenly BAM, he was in hell. It was always the same one too.

Being awoken in the middle of the night, pulled from his bed and dragged outside, lined up with Stan and several others. Stan trying to fight. To save them. Them BAM, He's down. Kyle gets scared. Panics and runs. Shelly follows, but another BAM and she's down too. And he's running alone.

He always runs the same way to get away and though he knows how it ends he can't stop it. He still runs, passing the bodies of his friends-cold lifeless eyes boring into him, and he still trips, coming up to face the gun, and he still dies. Every time. Every single time.

A ding brought him from his thoughts and he looked to the screen, smiling at the open chat window and the small green dot beside Stan's username telling him the raven haired teen was online.

With quick fingers he typed up a message, sending it to the other male, hoping he didn't ignore him like he'd been doing lately.

JadeJew16: Hey dude. Saw you were online and figured this might be my chance to ask: Why you been avoiding me lately? Is it something I did?

He had to wait several minutes for the ding alerting him to a response and he couldn't help, but smile. Victory! He'd gotten a response!

Ninja_Marsh: It's nothing you did. I jus figured you won't want to hang round with a freak like me. Ken and the others kinda thought the same thing. We don't want to weird you out.

He growled under his breath. Of course.

JadeJew16: You really think I care that you guy's are mutants? Just cause my mom's a mutant hater doesn't mean I am! Jeez Stan! Way to know me dude!

This time the ding was almost immediate and was followed with another right after.

Ninja_Marsh: Sorry dude.

Ninja_Marsh: We jus didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Didn't mean to make you feel insulted dude.

With a slight smile Kyle typed back, feeling a bit better now that he knew he hadn't done anything to upset or insult his super best friend. Stan had just been being stupid. Thinking he wouldn't wanna hang now that they were mutants. Only his friends could think such a thing. As if he cared about them being mutants. Really.

JadeJew16: Well, you did. I AM NOT MY MOM DUDE! GOD!

Stan responded back in seconds and Kyle could almost see that face he made when he felt really guilty.

Ninja_Marsh: I know. It's just with all the anti-mutant bull and crap...I mean, we don't want you to get picked on cause you hang with us. I'm sorry dude.

Kyle sighed. Well, at least his reasons were kinda logical. Stupid..., but logical all the same. He had to give him that.

JadeJew16: It's can make it up to me by picking me up for school tomorrow. I really don't wanna ride the bus with Cartman anymore. ._. Save me?

He picked at his nails as he waited for a response, eyes narrowing as he realized how long they were getting. He needed to cut them, they were looking kinda girly. A ding brought him from those-kinda girly- thoughts and he looked back at the screen a big grin spreading on his face.

Ninja_Marsh: Sure. Be there at 7. Ike and Ken'll be riding too, that okay?

His response was quick and to the point, easily pervading his happiness.

JadeJew16: Perfect, alls forgiven! See you then!

He clicked out of the chat box, yawning loudly. God dammit. He didn't want to go back to sleep for fear of nightmares but he was exhausted. Apparently the nightmares were really taking their toll. He yawned again.

Shutting down the computer he ambled over to his halfway decent bed and smiled. It looked so inviting. Like it wanted him to curl up and sleep, enveloped in its warmth. So he did.

He curled up on the mattress, threw his comforter over his body, and closed his eyes, softly praying for no nightmares. And god seemed to be listening because he didn't have a single one and he slept better than he had in weeks.

He awoke to the shrill scream of his alarm clock, the noise blaring loudly in his ears. Letting out a groan, he hit the off button and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

It took all his will not to lay right back down and go back to sleep, but somehow he managed to force his body up and across the room to his closet, where he quickly pulled out his clothes; A pair of tanned skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a t-rex on it and the words 'RAWR! *means I Love You in dinosaur', and a fitted white sweater with neon geometric shapes on it.

Grabbing a pair of neon green vans(his favorite), he quickly got dressed and moved to the mirror ready to tackle the humongous task of straightening his wild curls. In truth it only took a few minutes thanks to all his practice, but still. It was a difficult task.

Satisfied with his appearance he grabbed his book-bag, stuffing his cell inside, and made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he snagged a poptart before dashing toward the front door to wait for Stan and the others- only to be stopped by his mother's voice.

"No running in the house!"

He froze rolling his eyes. "Sorry."

She moved into the entryway, eying him closely. "Why the hurry Bubee?"

"Oh, uh...no reason. S-Stan's just gonna pick me up today so I don't have to ride the bus with Fa-Eric." He'd almost said Fatass...in front of his mother.

She sighed, moving forward. "Kyle, you know I don't want you hanging out with those...mutants. The news says they're dangerous."

"They're not dangerous ma. They're just...different. I mean, Ike's one. Your own son."

Sheila scowled. "He is not my son. Not anymore."

"Ma-"

She put a hand on his cheek, sighing softly. "Kyle I only do this-"

"To protect me. Yeah yeah. I've heard it all before.", he swatted her hand away, glaring at her.

"Kyle please.", she said softly, putting her hand back though he tried to shrug away from it. 'I've already lost Ike. I won't lose you too.'

He sighed, eyes softening. "You won't lose me ma..., but I am going with them. I don't feel the same as you do about them." And with that he turned and walked out the door, pushing her hand off as he went.

"Kyle-"

He slammed the door, cutting off whatever his mother was going to say and moved down the front path to the sidewalk. He hated hurting her, and she had been hurt, he could see that, but he wouldn't give up his morals just to please her. He only had so much patience for ignorance after all.

A horn honked and he saw Stan's van pull up, Stan waving at him from the drivers seat with a smile, which really conflicted with his goth attire (He'd gone goth again at the start of freshman year. God knows why.). He smiled back and got into the van, Kenny-in all his hot glory: Armless hoodie, tight leather pants...-opening the back doors to let him in and giving him an impish grin as he patted his ass.

("Heya hot stuff.")

"Kenny.", Stan growled, glaring from the front seat.

The hooded teen smirked, . ("What? You jealous Marsh?")

Kyle snorted, putting a hand on Stan's arm as best he could from the back of the van. "Yeah Stan, you jealous?"

'Yes.' "No! It's just...a bit inappropriate dude."

("Ah, come on. We're all friends here."), Ken said quickly, moving closer to Kyle, and wrapping an arm around his waist. ("You don't mind, do ya Ky?"), he asked as his hand moved toward the hem of the Jew's jeans.

Rolling his eyes Kyle swatted the hooded teen, barely phased by Kenny's inappropriate behavior. He was more focused on what he'd heard Stan say. Or had he imagined him saying yes to being jealous? "Oh stop it. Perv."

Before he could hear the hooded boy's response (which sounded suspiciously like: "Not my fault you wear such tight jeans...and with that ASS!") he was slammed into by 125lbs of preppy Canadian. Kenny chuckled as the wind was knocked out of the redhead and he gave his younger brother a slight glare. The door closed, Kenny tugging it shut, and Kyle sat down, Ike attached firmly to his waist.

Looking down at him Kyle's glare melted away. "Miss me?"

"Maybe just a little.", the smaller teen said, pulling away from his brother with a small smile. 'Or a lot.' "How've you been?"

Kyle shrugged, looking out the front window as they pulled away from his house at the silhouette of his mother standing at the living room window. "Eh. You know how it is with mom."

"She drivin' you crazy?", Stan asked from the front, glancing at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

Kyle nodded. "Totally.", he paused "So...what's up with you guys?", he looked at his younger brother. "How's living with the Marsh's?"

"Great! They're really nice and Stan's been helping me control my power.", Ike said quickly, body suddenly vanishing and reappearing again seconds later. "See? Totally cool right?"

Kyle nodded again. "Yeah. That's awesome Ike.", he looked at Stan and Kenny. "How bout you guys?"

("Well...I stopped spontaneously combusting. Finally. Oh and good news! Stan finally dumped that mega-bitch Wendy. Well, she dumped him, really? They had a huge blowout in the middle of class."), Kenny said, sneering at the end: ("Apparently he's in love with someone else...or at least that's what Wendy was shouting.")

"Really? In love you say?", Kyle gave a smirk, turning to look at the goth driving the car, Ike hesitantly adding: "Wendy says actually" under his breath though his brother ignored it. "So Stan, who is she?"

Stan blushed, whispering under his breath: "No one..."

("Come on Stan, you can tell us. Really."), Kenny said softly, a smile on his face. ("I mean what's so bad about her? She mega ugly?")

The goth blushed, giving Kenny a glare. "It's none of your business."

This earned him a smile from Kyle. "Oh, but it is Stan, as your super best friend I think I have a right to know if you're crushing on Frankenstein's monster. I'm obligated to protect you from dating monsters. I am still your super best friend, right?"

Stan stuttered, blushing lightly. "Of course dude-"

"Then spill."

"I-ummm- oh look, we're at school!"

Kyle looked out the window and groaned. "Stan."

The raven haired teen frowned exasperatedly. "Can we just drop it? Please?"

Kyle groaned. How could he say no to that face? "Fine. But just so you know I'm not letting this go. I will find out who it is. One way...or the other."

Stan groaned, but nodded opening his door and moving to let the others out, Kenny and Ike hopping out easily while Kyle, who was quite a bit sorter than them had more of a problem. Ike and Kenny couldn't help but smirk and chuckle as Kyle had to have Stan help him out, the smaller male mumbling under his breath huffily: "Shut up."

Their laughter increased and Ike flashed him an apologetic smile. "Sorry...It's just sooooo funny."

"Is not.", Kyle gave a small pout. He was sensitive about his height, dammit!

Kenny snorted. ("Is too. You- You're just so short! You're like travel sized dude!")

Kyle frowned looking up at Stan, who towered over the petite male. "Staaaan, am I short?"

The goth shook his head. "Of course not.", He put an arm around the smaller teen, hand resting lightly on kyle's waist, touching the bit of exposed skin by his hip. 'More like... fun size.' Stan thought.

Kyle rolled his eyes, brushing the other teens arm off as the bell rang. "Oh haha.", he sighed adjusting his bag and giving his taller friends (and baby brother) his patented Kyle-glare. (It's much like the Bat-glare only slightly less imposing. But only slightly!) "Well, that's the bell. I'm going to class. See you guys at lunch?"

They nodded. "Sure."

"Cool.", As he walked away, Stan swore he heard him mumble something that sounded suspiciously like: "Fun size my ass."

OOOOOOOHHHHHH. Kyle got epicness...and apparently shortness. LOLZ. Poor Kyle. He is fun sized though. Am I right? I'm right. Review please. Also any suggestions or things you wanna see, just tell me. I'm all for it kiddies!