KICKING AND SCREAMING

Written by ShaneBLAST

Date: April 18, 2008

KYLES POV

It's after football practice, in the locker room. It's our Freshman year, and I came out to the school today. They all think I'm in love with Stan for some odd reason. Which I am. But it doesn't really matter. That'll never happen. He's been pretty good to me through this whole thing though.

There's only three others in the locker room, the rest wanted to leave early so they wouldn't have to shower the fag. Craig, Cartman, and Tokken all give me horrible looks.

I'm finally dressed when Tokken and Craig lunge for me.

They grabbed me...shoved me against the wall. We're they stronger than me? Probably. Did I care? No. I go to school with these fuckers every day. I'm not afraid of them. Because, if anything...I can outrun any of them. And I can probably scream myself out of this situation.

"Shut the fuck up Jew faggot," Cartman yells while I'm screaming my head off.

My hand shot up, trying to shove him. My hand connected with his jaw and I shoved him backwards. I tried to run, but Tokken grabbed the back of my shirt.

I kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a locker.

I raced towards the door, but someone tackles me from the side. I struggle to get up, not caring who the person is, but my vision is soon cut off after someone shuts the lights off.

The person starts dragging me back into the locker room. I don't take this. I fight him, kicking and screaming.

My foot collides with his face and he falls back groaning.

It's Cartman, but this doesn't bother me. I ran toward the door, and flung it open.

Craig stands there, holding a baseball bat, smiling at me.

My fist met his face with a crunch of cartilidge and breaking of skin. He fell backwards, hitting the ground.

I grab the baseball bat. Someone grabs me from behind and drags me back into the dirty, dark, and nightmarish fieldhouse.

I smash the handle into his stomach, illiciting a scream and him losing grip on me. I ran into the coaches office and locked the door.

I whip out my cell phone and discover I have no service.

I look upwards, and notice air vents. I smile to myself that there's a way out of here.

I stand on coach's chair, using the baseball bat to hammer into the ceiling to form a hole to climb into.

I climb through the hole, into the dark vent.

It's not the best route of escape, and I don't make it very far when a hand grabs my ankle and pulls me back down into the office.

I think I landed on the person that grabbed me, and they didn't come out of it very lucky.

My feet hit his shoulder and he went down, hitting the coach's desk and then rolling off.

I came to find out that person was Craig.

"Shit!" I scream when Cartman and Tokken start running toward the open door. I slam the door shut, but it won't hold for long. Craig broke the lock getting in here.

I'm not that strong. I'm the first to admit it. So, it's no suprise when I flew and hit the ground when Cartman's weight slammed into the door.

Tokken ran over to me and akwardly tried to kick me in the ribs. I grabbed his foot and shoved as hard as I could upwards.

He flew backwards hit one of the filing cabinets behind him, unofortunately hitting one of the sharp edges.

He fell to the ground, bleeding from a deep gash on his forehead.

Cartman stood there, dumbstruck.

I ran past Cartman, and his fat chubby hands tried to make a grab for me, but he missed.

I turn around. I've had enough of this. I slam the bat into the top of his head, hard.

I hear the crunch of bones. His eyes roll back in his head.

He crumbles in a heap on the floor.

He's bleeding profusely.

After all these years...this is what it took to kill fatass.

...

He deserved better than this.

I hold onto the bat, I'm not letting this thing go for nothing.

I ran out the door and towards my house.

I never looked back.