A/N - Hey you gahs! So yep, my first, and probs last fic. Anyways, please read, it's gonna be in mostly kyles pov, but there will also be some cartman and a tiny bit of stan and kenny. Review?

"Shane! Oh my... Oh yeah! Fuck, oh Shane!"

I cringed, grimacing at the horrific sounds that vibrated through the ceiling above me. I reached for the TV remote and stabbed my thumb down on the increase volume button. Despite my best efforts to drown out my Mom's screaming with Terrance and Philip farting on each other, I could still hear everything. A loud banging from upstairs and more sexual noises, then I finally decided I was sick of it.

"Ay!" I shouted up to them at the top of my lungs. "Would you shut the fuck up? I'm trying to watch TV!"

Soon after I said this, the voices become much quieter, but not quite silent. "Stupid whore," I muttered to myself under my breath. I glared at the 42" HD flat screen in front of me, trying to watch Terrance and Philip in peace. It appeared I was too pissed off to pay attention though.

It put me in a shit mod for the rest of the day. I hated it when that slut I call my Mom just goes and has sex with any guy she feels like, not even taking me into consideration. Stupid bitch. The least she could do is go to their house instead. That way, I wouldn't have to put with having to listen to the disgusting sounds of them fucking each other.

Even after all those years of putting up with it, my stomach clenched up, a horrible sick feeling stirring inside of me every time it happened. No other people's Mom's did I know that were like this. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I would happily trade Jew boy's Mom for mine if it meant a quiet night.

It'd gotten a lot worse lately. At least two times a day, a different guy each time, never the same. Don't get me wrong though, for some reason unknown to me, all the guys in South Park are willing to pay some pretty fucking good money to screw my Mom. We don't have any other sources of income, so her dirty hooker money she earns in the bedroom and various other places is what supports our 'family'.

So, yeah. All the guys in this redneck mountain town got be laid, my Mom got paid for it, and I just got seriously fucking fed up.

My life pretty much sucked balls.

There were little things that stopped me from going on homicidal rampages, killing everything I come across. Just little things that didn't make my crappy life seem so bad. Like taking the piss out of Butters, ripping on a certain red head Jew, calling Kenny a trash baby or ghetto boy, and killing people's parents and making chilli out of them. Ah... All of those simple little joys in life. I smile briefly just thinking how my life was before this mess.

But I always wanted more, demanded every drop of power I could get my hands on. There was a craving inside of me I couldn't sedate no matter what I did, hell, I still do have that craving to this day.

So being the arrogant, stubborn asshole I was, I carried on until I was bored. Bored of the same shit every fucking day. Nothing ever changed. I usually got my way and what I wanted, but the thrill was gone.

Looking back, ever since I got out of Mr/Mrs Garrison's class and started High School, life has been more or less just a boring drag. Nothing much else has changed since Elementary. I'm still the total jerk I always have been. I've lost a lot of weight, and if I must admit that I am actually pretty hot now. Stan is the usual pretty boy dumbass he always has been, that'll never change. Kenny is still living in the ghettos of South Park with his ridiculous orange parka. Actually, me and Kenny are a hell of a lot closer that we used to be. I'd almost say I don't hate the poor bastard.

And then there is Kyle. I guess you could say that small, painful, irritating little smartass has changed the most. He's no longer something I can rip on or toy with, despite how much I want to. I barely see him anymore. It's clear why he's changed so dramatically, and I can admit it's my fault.

I honestly do wish I could rewind the last two months of my fucked up life, just go back, and force myself to do the right thing when I saw him in that alley. But, at that point I loathed him so much I gladly watched the gruesome things those people did to him with a stupid grin on my fucking face. I really was a sick bastard. Well, I still am. Of course I always will be an evil, manipulative, cold hearted jackass, but if there was one thing I change in my life, without hesitating, I would have gone back, and saved him that day.

One more sexual cry entered my ears and I decided I wasn't going to listen to this shit anymore. I would rather have Justin Bieber screeching Baby at me for two hours straight. I shot a quick glance at the clock. I had ten minutes to get to school. With a heavy, pissed off groan, I forced myself from the incredibly comfortable sofa and shoved a sausage roll in my mouth.

I was out the door in under a minute - surprisingly fast considering it usually took me five minutes just to track down one of my gloves. I left in my trademarked attire; aqua blue bobbly hat, snuggly warm red coat and my skinny'ish black denim jeans.

Over the years I've noticed that everyone in this fucking god awful town has their own unique style. Kenny has his stupid orange parka that could do with a wash. Stan wears that brown jacket thing and a dark blue bobbly hat no one can separate him from. He loves that thing. Kyle still has his disgusting orange coat that makes me want to puke and that stupid green thing he hides his Jew fro with. Out of all of us, he definitely needs to update his wardrobe the most.

Nothing worth mentioning happened on the bus to school. Nothing ever bloody does anymore. Sure, I pissed off Kyle, laughed at Stan and said something about Kenny's latest whore that made him glare daggers at me. But all of that was so typical, like a routine. Mornings have been more or less the same as this one ever since we were like eight.

I sometimes wondered if the others get bored of this. Surely from the amount of times I've called Kyle a fag, he must be sick of it. I certainly would be if I were him. I should really be ashamed of myself. I'd actually run out of ideas and ingeniously cruel plans to make Kyle squirm. That was definitely my favourite pass time. It still is. Kyle is hilarious to play with, fuck around with and piss off. He gets frustrated so fucking easily it's brilliant.

One of my favourite times was when I gave him AIDS. It was fucking awesome, despite the fact I had them too. Than got we found a cure though. I always knew it would be hard fucking cash. You have to pay for everything theses days.

The rest of the day was uneventful. New ways to torture Jew boy kept creeping into my head, but none of them were any good. Frankly, they were all fucking shit.

It was when I missed the bus home did my life start to have a bit of a spark back in it. I rang my Mom to pick me us, but all I got was an answer phone saying she was busy. No prizes for who guesses what...

Anyway, I decided I would just have to walk home. It was fucking freezing. My balls actually felt as if they were going to drop off because of frost bite. I cringed at the thought. But then the memory of seeing Kyle suck my imaginary balls I smiled evilly. Just as I was thinking of that jew getting down on imaginary Cartman did I see it.

I had gone down a dark alley to try not get covered in more of God's cum as it snowed. It was the kind of alley Barney the dinosaur and other child molesters hang out in. Then I saw him. Kyle. Broken and beaten. He was sprawled out on the cold concrete floor, tears streaming down him bruised and bloody face. I grinned. At the time, I didn't feel even a speck of remorse, only an uncontainable joy bubbling up inside of me. This was certainly new, but I felt disappointed with myself that it wasn't me terrorizing him. Instead three older men were. One of them, bald, mid forties, was pinning him down. It looked painful, his face was being pushed hard into the gravel, his head turned toward me. One of his arms was sticking out at a funny, unnatural angle. I was pretty sure it was broken. I only grinned even more at this.

It was only when I saw that the other man had started unbuckling his belt did I realize their intent. Oh fuck yeah! Kyle was gonna get butt fucked! To further confirm my suspicions, another man, a little younger than the others, began pulling Kyle's waistband on his jeans and underwear down.

Kyle seemed to notice this too, but was far too weak to resist. The most he could do was struggle pathetically.

Oh joy! I fucking loved this! I somehow grinned even further (I don't know how that was possible) and cleared my throat unnecessarily loudly. All four of them looked up at me. The three men looked pissed of at being interrupted, whereas Kyle looked like he had won the lottery. The Jew's striking emerald eyes glimmered with hope as they widened in shock. I could sense someone was about to speak, so I proceeded to do just that before them.

"Holy fuck dude..." I mumbled, slightly shocked at the scene before me. "Why didn't you tell me Kahl? I thought I was your best friend, your supposed to tell your best friend that you're gay," I feigned hurt on my face, but Jew boy didn't seem to fully acknowledge that I wasn't here to help him.

"Oh fuck! Cartman!" His voice was hoarse and weak, but full of hope nonetheless. "Quick! Call for help, please! Now!"

"Don't make me laugh you little bitch," I smiled sweetly at him. His jaw dropped. The men around him still didn't say anything, and only gawked at me with stupid grins on their faces. Freaks.

I turned my back to them. "Catch you later Kahl, you better have done my English homework by the way. It'll be me you'll have to deal with if it's not done,"

"Cartman!" He cried out. "Eric, please..." I ignored him.

"Asshole..." I heard the small squeak of his voice and my grin widened as I walked away.

"No one to help you now, kid," I heard one of them grunt as I went around the corner. I stayed, but out of sight. Call me a fucking freak, but I wanted to hear Kyle's tortures screams of agony as they ripped away his innocence. Now, I didn't want to miss that now, did I?

"N-no..." Kyle's girly voice whimpered. I let out a huff of amusement. "Please, y-you don't understand..." I stiffened slightly. My senses told me this was more than just gang rape.

"Understand what, kid? I'm pretty fucking sure it was you who stole our fucking money!"

Now I was intrigued. Kyle? Stealing money? He is a good for nothing filthy back stabbing, ugly little Jew, but a pathetic one. He will never have the balls to even try something like that.

"Just tell us were it is," I heard a gruff voice. "And I promise not to hurt you, I'll be nice and gent-"

"NO!" Kyle's voice cried out. For a moment, I thought someone would have heard. No one came. "P-please, no! I-I don't know a-anything!" He sounded much more desperate now. With an awful lot of stuttering. He was starting to sound like Butters or Tweak. I snorted at his useless persuasion skills.

"Please... Don't do this... p-please, I'm begging you..." His voice broke. "Please don't hurt me..." He began sobbing pathetically. I laughed quietly to myself. At the time, I found this fucking hilarious.

The men also found it funny and began mocking him cruelly. I waited keenly for the fun part to begin. I was giddy with anticipation at the thought of Kyle being raped. It was almost a turn on.

Almost. That means it wasn't.

Being turned on or hard because of Kyle was just plain sick. At the time.

"Don't worry 'Kaaaahl'," I frowned when they dragged his name out. That's my thing, not theirs. Only I get to do that...

"You'll be begging for more once I'm done,"

The next thing I heard was Kyle's desperate screams penetrating the cold December night.

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