I don't OWNZR South Park…I wish I were that brilliant….
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"N-No way! I-I'd get grounded if I d-did that!" The platinum blonde argued, shaking his head vigorously.
When Damien had first pulled him aside asking for a favor he'd been shocked, of course. Butters'd just been walking through the park on the short road toward home with two of the three friends he had, Pip and Tweek, when he'd pulled him aside. Dougie couldn't tag along seeing as he had Mu Alpha Theta Club after school, so it was just the three of them. Damien had always been more of a recluse and asking for favors wasn't really his thing, especially when it came to something so…heinous.
"Oh, c'mon… who else am I supposed to get to do it? You're perfect."
"A woman." The blonde's British companion interjected, immediately blanching when he saw the glare the malevolent devil's spawn shot at him.
"That'd be awful Christian of me and God is well aware that's the opposite of my intentions." Damien shrugged, "Besides, it'd just be a few months, and if you decline I can always just hold you against your will."
The other blonde at the table finally spoke up, twitching uncontrollably with his never-ceasing anxiety, "Agh! That's a lot o-of p-pressure-ah-Leo!" Pip and Tweek were the only ones who called Butters by his real name, 'Leopold', though usually they just shortened it to 'Leo', and he and Tweek were the only ones to call Pip by his real name as well, 'Phillip'.
Damien rolled his eyes, "Listen, I'm not giving you much of a choice. Your innocence makes you ideal for the part. I don't want the child growing out of my immediate control, and you're practically a woman anyways, so no one will give you a second glance."
Butters blushed at the comment though he knew it was true. He had always been rather feminine, though he detested it with a passion. He'd tried just about everything to give the illusion that he was at least somewhat more masculine than he seemed, but his constant fervor was to no avail when pertaining to his circumstance.
"I-"
"Hold on, your voice is making my head pound," Damien riffled though his rather large pockets and pulled out a small ovular case, similar to one that might be used to hold glasses only thinner and longer. He set it off to the side from his perch on the ground then pulled some ear plugs out of his pocket and roughly shoved them in his ears. Damien picked up the mysterious case again, flicking it open to reveal an injection needle, large and painfully thick looking.
"Wh-what's th-that for?" Butters asked hesitantly. He really didn't want to know, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"What? This?" Damien asked feigning a non-existent innocence made obviously artificial by the wide smirk that was plastered across his face causing Butters to shudder.
"Ho-"
"I can read lips; I just don't feel like hearing your screams when I plunge this mercilessly into your cute little veins." The aspiring devil grabbed his wrist tightly.
Butters wasn't quite sure how veins could be 'cute', but he didn't want to dwell on it. He shut his eyes tight preparing for the pain he was sure was yet to come.
"W-wait!" A stammering voice broke the silence, "This-agh-is totally insane!" Tweek forced, nearly ripping out his hair as he nervously tugged on it, "how can you-agh- expect Butters t-to-uh- carry a child for you? He's a male!"
Damien sighed, clearly annoyed at what he considered a stupid question, "It's a simple process really…I inject Stotch here with this serum, which will then prepare his body for the conception and subsequent birth of my future heir, "He gave the liquid a little squirt to demonstrate, "depending on how long it takes his body to adjust depends on when my seed will be planted. Of course seeing as the changes will be mainly internal you won't develop any outer feminine part that would discharge the child so it will have to be cut out of you manually…"
"C-cut out?" Butters gasped, trying to pull his arm away from the stronger boy unsuccessfully, "Oh gee Damien, I-I'm not so sure about all this. C-couldn't you f-find somebody else."
"I've already made up my mind! So just keep your mouth shut!" He dug the needle into his arm injecting the fluid.
Butters bit his lip in a failed attempt not to cry out in pain of the thick spike piercing his sensitive flesh. A short squeal escaped his throat then it was all over and Damien was stalking away, sealing his fate as a vessel toward birthing his future demon child.
A bastard child.
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The flaxen-haired boy suddenly felt faint, the world fading around him as the shot started to take its first effects. He could barely hear his friend's concerned cries as he slipped away from the world of consciousness…
Kenny puffed half-heartedly at a stub of a cigarette, not wanting to waste any of the precious tobacco knowing it could be weeks before he would get another pack to tide him off. The cold of the football stadium benches seeped though his pants nearly freezing his ass off, but he couldn't have given two shits less. He gazed on wistfully as a few burning flecks of nicotine floated off into the cool afternoon breeze, fading from smoldering shades of red and orange to dull ashy grays and browns.
The ill-fated teen watched forlornly the track team as they made what must have been their umpteenth lap around the track. It reminded him that some people were actually successful in life. It reminded him so of his downfall in his never ending spiral towards addiction.
Addiction.
Addiction to sex. To criminal behavior. To the feeble, diminutive attempts of this drug that so casually hung between his fingertips to calm his ever-sweltering need for substance that he could never attain.
Kenny was mostly here for Kyle. Mostly. Not that they ever really talked, it was just another nagging addiction to stalk that got him. Kenny started to laugh at the thought, but ended coughing from the mixture of smoke and ice in his blackening lungs.
The Jew had been acting uncharacteristically distant recently. Or so he'd heard from Stan…over and over and over again. He longingly contemplated the times they'd had when they were young. When life wasn't so hard and social status wasn't so important. Back in eighth grade he was almost sure that Stan and Kyle would have stopped being so close, as the rest of them had, after another one of their fights over the jock's on-and-off girlfriend or rather 'girl fiend' Wendy. It was a huge fight, fists and all… and Stan hadn't dated Wendy since. Yep. Super cool football player Stanley Marsh had given up his super hot, bangin', girlfriend Wendy Testaburger for super nerdy, day walker, Jew Kyle Broflovski.
Obviously immediately subsequent to said events rumors spread like uncontrollable wildfire of the Super Best Friends' alleged affair as the real cause to the 'perfect couple's' separation. Kenny couldn't really care less if the two were bumping uglies or not, although if he had to take a guess he wouldn't bet against it…
Anyways, he wasn't here to reminisce. In fact, he wasn't quite sure why exactly he was here. Probably just to talk some damn sense into Kyle, or at least get him to talk to Stan about what was bothering him seeing as he obviously wasn't going to tell him. Kenny and Stan had remained somewhat friends after the group had gone their separate ways, mostly because they were within the same cliques. Stan for his athleticism, football, and good looks, and Kenny because of black-mail, sex, and overall partying…and his own good looks if he should say so himself.
Kenny stood from the metal bench he'd sat as for the last -God knows how long- and started towards his target. "Hey Broflovski!" He smiled half cheerfully.
"McCormick." Kyle responded warily, shifting his insinuating gaze toward the death stick he'd forgotten he still held in his hand.
He swiftly tossed it to the side, giving it a quick stomp before trailing after the red-head again, "Don't be like that Ky! C'mon, we used to be so tight, me and you…remember?"
"No. Who gave you permission to call me that?"
Kenny smirked, "Stan."
Kyle flushed, seemingly irked by the silent accusation, "Listen, I don't feel like putting up with your shit right now!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"And why not?" Kenny asked slyly, "Something wrong in your perfect little life Jew-boy?"
He glared impatiently, "Fuck you, Kenny! You don't know me!"
"Still have that same old temper I see…" He mused, "Must be that fiery, hot passion of yours that has Stan all hung up on you."
"Hung up…?"
"Yeah, he's been all worried about you ignoring him lately, says you've been all spacey-like the entire week." Kenny stuck out his tongue, "Don't start growing a vag just cause you suckin' his dick man! He's starting to get all pissy and pathetic on me cause of it!"
Kyle ignored his obviously rude comments, only concerned with the root of the problem, "worried?"
"Yeah."
"…I…I'm sorry Ken. I'm just…a lot of stuff is going on." He shook his head as if to clear a sudden train of unwanted thought from his head, "I promise I'll talk to him about it tonight…" Suddenly a thought struck him, making him look up at his counterpart sharply, "Oh! Speaking of which, he's been saying the same things about you for the past few months. He says you've been working longer hours and avoiding people…kind of spacey yourself…"
"Hm."
"Hm?"
"Don't worry 'bout it, k?"
Yeah, it was true. He'd been trying to hide it, but something had been bothering him, and it had nothing to do with Stan or Kyle, much less anyone else at the school…
Kenny's parents drank often, fought often, and were jobless often. So this night was average in the McCormick household. Karen had hidden in her room, the only one with a functioning lock, and hid herself away, every once in a while yelling a profanity out to do with noise and little concentration on whatever she was doing in her room. Kevin was out God knows where doing God knows what for God knows how long, so of course Kenny was stuck making sure their only lifelines didn't off themselves.
Stuart had passed out some hours ago, some 1980's version of Playboy in hand and draped across his bloodshot eyes. Which left him Carol to watch over. Certainly he would never call them by their first names to their faces; it was a form of silent disrespect to the life they'd created for their three children.
Before he was aware of the noise he heard a soft resonance humming from the bathroom.
"Mom?"
"Ke-Kenny?"
He opened the door slowly, preparing himself for whatever disaster was behind the door. His mother leaned limp against the porcelain toilet bowl, looking rather green, fresh puke stains littering her shirt.
He groaned in mild disgust, and then hurriedly went to her aid, mopping up a mixture of puke and booze with a dish rag. What a waste. He brooded.
Before he could stand back up a hand grasped his arm, nails leaving a faint mark from the desperate effort to restrain him. "Please…Don't leave, Beau."
"What? Mom, it's me, Kenny."
"Oh, Beau! I'm so sorry I never told you! I should have told you I was pregnant while I had the chance…but you were so beautiful, you wanted to go to NYC and make somethin' of yourself! How was I to crush that dream?"
"Mom…" Kenny whispered, the breath leaving him.
"You always said your name would go up in lights 'Beau Sullivan'. We had some good times right?" She paused, "I think Stuart always knew about us…You and Kevin, of course he was too young to understand at the time, and everything just got to us and look at us now!...Kenneth looks just like you, too, did you know that?"
Kenny just sat, stunned, staring blankly at this husk of a woman before him and what her mindless ramblings meant for him. Karen and Kevin had always looked so much like their father. Brown, wiry hair, a farmers tan, and those dull hazel eyes. Meanwhile Kenny had soft, blond locks and lively gray-brown eyes, and olive skin.
Carol's head thudded on his chest, interrupting his pulsing heart and thoughts, "Mom?...Carol?" He shook her lightly to be sure she was asleep, then carried her into her bed laying her next to his father.
"How come just when I think everything is normal it all blows up in my face like the world is just saying fuck you Kenny! Screw you! Just-" Suddenly enraged he kicked as hard as he could the wall nearest him, leaving a gaping hole as evidence.
"Fuck."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Kyle asked ripping Kenny from his recent memories that haunted his thoughts.
"Huh? -Oh!- Yeah, it's fine! Totally!" He contemplated just spilling his guts to the other boy, just really breaking down and letting everything go, but he quickly dismissed the notion.
"I guess I just have a lot of crazy shit goin' on too…"
Kyle chuckled humorlessly, "Welcome to South Park."
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Well…That's the 1st chapter…I promise it will make more sense later, hopefully! XD Yeah…and I didn't make Karen up, Kenny actually had a little sister for one episode…go watch it it's the 'Super Best Friends' Episode I believe…maybe I'm just stupid...
~Riba Bian