Hey guys, I thought I would try my hand at a South Park fic, so let me know in your reviews if you like it or not. This story is rated M just for violence alone, it's going to get worse and of course, I can't write a story without one sex scene.

Warnings: Violence, non-con, sex, language

Pairings: Multiple but the main one will be Craig/Kyle, which is weird seeing as I didn't even think of the pairing a week ago. Others are Kenny/Cartman and Stan/Craig

The sun was already set in the great kingdom. Peasants and higher ups soon drifted towards their bed, exhausted from a hard day of work. Some have to get up earlier while others slept in. Yes, it was peaceful in the kingdom known as Southern Park, all peaceful except for one small part.

Fires were lit and yelling could be heard. Joyous cheers and drunken songs slurring out of people's mouths. The men got on their horses, well, some of them anyways, and began to follow their leader leaving the secure walls of Southern Park and going into the deep and forest. The leader raised his hand, silencing all of the men quickly. They crept forth in silence, even the horses made no sound. It was a short ride before they found them; a small group of lads, huddled around a fire, struggling to keep it going. With a couple quick hand movements they dismounted, staying hidden out of sight.

The leader recognized one of the men; his wanted post was plastered all over town. His dark hair was longer, and covered a good portion of his face. The others, the leader didn't recognize, his sights were set on the darker haired man.

One of his men must have stepped on a branch and he watches as his target's head snapped up looking directly into the forest at him, but the trees and leaves saved him, as well as the night sky. None if his companions noticed his alarm and he soon bowed his head and joined the conversation once more. It wasn't until I moved forward a bit that he jumped from his spot.

"We're surrounded!" Most of his team grabbed their weapons while the leader let our some sort of battle cry and everyone planked the fugitives.

"Leave the darkened hair one alive!" The leader order, "Kill the rest!

Swords clanked together and men hollered out in victory and defeat. It wasn't long until only the dark hair man remained.

"Stanley Marsh, you are a wanted criminal in the land of Southern Park,"

The fugitive didn't say anything, only shrugged. His hands were tied behind his back and the leader stepped forward, yanking his head back by his hair. But the leader's eyes widened when he heard a small cry. His head turned towards a certain body that lay off to the side. A woman. The prisoner began to fight behind the leaders grip, he nodded his head and they grabbed her.

"Look who survived," the leader muttered, letting his men deal with Marsh.

The leader gripped her by the throat and squeezed a bit, causing a small amount of blood to dribble out from her lips.

The captive struggled more; worry filling his eyes as he watches him choke her.

"Wendy!" His voice was hoarse and the other man laughed.

He stuck his mouth by her cheek, making her look at Stan. An evil smile graced his face and he fingered the knife that was hanging off his belt before raising it to her throat. Stan stilled and watched in horror as the leader pressed the sharp edge into the women's throat. Tiny beads of blood began to bubble up through the tiny cut.

Wendy only looked at Stan, a sad smile on her face and tears running down her cheeks and she nodded. He mustered up a small smile himself, and nodded back, his lips mouthing three words that most of the world longs to hear.

It was over in a flash as the leader quickly swiped the dagger across Wendy's throat, blood spraying on the ground as well as Stan's face. Her body shook and convulsed and the ground beneath her grew wet with blood. The leader pushed the carcass aside, stepping over it before kneeling down and coming face level to Stan's.

He could see Stan shake in anger as he glared at him, no doubt unbelievably furious that his lover has just been killed. The leader smiled in Stan's face raising his hands, looking at the blood that coated his fingers.

"Too bad about her, she was such a beauty," he then closed his mouth over his finger, tasting the blood of the woman that he had just killed. "I wonder what else she tasted of."

The leader the stood and spat in Stan's face before turning around, motioning for his men to follow, bringing the prisoner along.

They made their way silently back to the upper ring of Southern Park and as soon as they stopped, Stan was dragged off to the dungeons. The leader returned to his quarters and stripped of his clothing. He stood naked in the moonlight, watching the land through the window. He sighed, his body relaxing and he cracks the small crick in his neck.

Yes, it was a good day's end for the man but everyday was like this for him. After all, Craig Tucker was the prince of Southern Park, and soon, all the land would be his.