title ; All Mercenaries go to Hell

chapter ; Mexico

characters ; Kenny, Christophe

setting ; High School

rating ; T for swearing, sexual references, and Christophe

disclaimer ; I quite obviously do not own South Park or its characters

disclaimer 2 ; I do own what is written here, so please don't steal it

It started as any other Tuesday would. Screaming and hollering in the kitchen, his brother and sister fighting over scraps of bread, his mother and father throwing things at each other. In Kenny's life, it was normal. Nothing out of the usual.

Crawling off the floppy, dirty, ancient mattress that was his bed, Kenny picked his orange parka from the floor. Tears and rips all over the fabric showed its age, but he wasn't one to complain. It still kept him warm in the bitter cold of Colorado, and there wasn't much more he could ask for. Tugging it over his head, he slipped into his worn blue jeans. They were a hand-me-down from Stan, of all people. Apparently, his friends did care about how unbearably poor the McCormicks were.

Hopping down the stairs, over empty boxes of waffles and the occasional empty box of poptarts, he stumbled into the kitchen. Grabbing his worn school bag off the floor, he tossed it onto his shoulder. Kenny swiped a slice of bread from Karen's hands, dancing out of the way before she could hit him. As silent as she was, she only glared daggers at him. Too bad for her, Kenny died of physical causes. Laughing to himself, he hurried out the door before anyone could stop him. He did his damndest to get out of that house. Just because it was his normal didn't mean he liked it.

Holding the bread between his teeth, he pulled his school bag off his back, riffling through it as he walked. Papers shuffled around, pencils and pens fell to the bottom- most sharpened to their final centimeter or empty of ink. Finally pulling the PSP out of the bag, he hitched the strap up his shoulder and turned on the handheld consol. He had one, and only one, game. It got boring after a while, but he liked it anyway.

Munching on the bread, mashing buttons, and thinking to himself as he walked to school, he realized it was another boring day. Kyle and Stan were lab partners in Bio2, and Cartman had partnered with Butters. Everyone partnered with Butters. The kid was practically a scientific genius. With that many problems at home, he'd have to focus on something. Kenny focused on boobs. Big, soft, squishy boobs. Bebe's boobs, for example. He had partnered with Bebe, both out of necessity and want. The girl was smart, sometimes, and she had great tits. What wasn't to love?

Gulping down the last of his bread, he almost looked for more. The life of the poor was unfortunate. Feeling a rumble in his stomach, he punched it lightly. "You just ate," he complained. To take his mind off the emptiness, he went back to playing his game. Three blocks from the school, he heard footsteps behind him. Plenty of people walked to school, so he ignored it. Why would he pay any attention to some freshmen hurrying to class?

"Cocksucker! 'Ey, Kenny! Wait!"

The familiar voice made him turn around in astonishment. Tucking his game into his back pocket, he stared for a long moment at the dirty, brown-haired teenager running down the sidewalk. He game to a stop, gasping to catch his smoker's breath, looking worse than when he had last showed up at Kenny's house. New bruises covered his face, and dark circles framed his mysterious brown eyes. "Mole? Where the hell have you been?" Kenny asked.

"I was een Mexico," he said, waving off the question as if it were normal. "Who are you partnered with in Bio2?"

Blinking a few times, Kenny shook his head and started walking to the school, Mole falling in next to him. "Bio2 hardly matters," he said sourly. "You've been missing for three days. What were you doing?" Mole periodically left for days on end, off on his little revolutionary missions with Gregory. Luckily for South Park, Gregory had found their quaint mountain air far too plain for the likes of him. He'd moved back to his fancy school, leaving South Park monumentally less smug than before. This, however, meant that Mole often vanished from time to time, seeking out Gregory and their crazy adventures.

"I said; I was een Mexico. Zer was business to take care of," Mole said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket. Offering one to Kenny, who refused, he shrugged. Placing one between his lips, he struck the match and lit up, breathing in the toxic smoke with as much relish as a man enjoying fine wine. "If you really must know, Kenny, zer were beautiful girls everywhere. Tits and pussy just hanging out. Ah, I love ze nude beaches," he hinted, smoke curling out his parted lips as he grinned.

"How doesn't your mom find out?" Kenny asked, trying not to let on that beautiful girls made him think about a trip to Mexico himself.

"I tell her I am at your house," Mole said simply, shrugging.

Kenny paused. "You tell her you're at my house for three days?"

"Yes, why not?" Mole asked. "Your house is comforting."

"You'd be the only person to say that," Kenny said, laughing.

"What? Zer are walls and ceilings and floors," Mole said, prodding Kenny in the side. "It is a nice change from ze ornate, sculpted shit in my own house."

Kenny laughed, shook his head, and plucked the cigarette from Mole's lips. "These are going to kill you," he chided, sucking in a tiny mouthful of smoke. Handing it back to the tall mercenary, he pulled his PSP out of his back pocket. Puffing smoke, he turned the game off and dropped it in his bag. "What do you tell the principal?" he asked.

"Tell her what?"

"Why you were missing."

"I tell her I had ze cold," Mole replied. "Zen I hand her a forged doctors note."

Arching his eyebrow, Kenny cleared his throat. "You should think about making me one of those sometime."

"I don't zhink zey accept 'gone to hell' as a valid excuse," Mole pointed out, a sly grin on his face. Since forming a friendship with Kenny, he'd certainly smiled more than before. Perhaps having someone worse off than himself made him realize God wasn't the cocksucking bitch he thought He - wait, no, He was still a complete asshole.

"Hey, fuck you," Kenny said, smiling. Checking both ways before crossing the street - something he'd done since getting hit by a bus and being driven all the way down to Mexico - he hurried across. The school grounds were drug free, which meant tobacco couldn't be used there either. When he was safely on the sidewalk, he turned to see Mole standing on the other side, leisurely smoking the slender white stick. "Come on! You've been gone three days, you don't need to be gone more!" Kenny called.

Rolling his eyes, Mole dropped the cigarette, snuffing it out under his heel. "Coming, mozer," he teased, jogging across the street in front of three cars that had to slam their brakes for his safe passage. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he looked at Kenny. "See you in Bio2," he said, turning off towards the main office.

Watching the kid for a moment, Kenny finally shook his head and walked to the High School entrance. Everything was connected in this tiny town, but he didn't mind. At least these four walls had food in them. And friends. And things to take his mind off the void life at home. And there was always Bio2, where Mole could be counted on to cause a disturbance of some sort. Yeah, school was pretty good to Kenny. He even had a few chances at girlfriends, whenever he wanted them. Apparently, dying made you sexier.