Title:City of Delusion
Rating: T (rating subject to change)
Warnings: BoyxBoy love, rape, torture
Summary: -KylexStan- South Park had always been a quiet little mountain town;everyone knew everyone. So who was this wierd guy in black?
Note: I'm writing this for my friend who's been bugging me to do something about this plot. I've been wanting to write this for a long time, but I just never got around to it xD
This is for you Melissa! I hope you like it:D
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"Ah ha! I got it, Stan!" Kyle seemed to giggle, running to catch a bright blue ball as it rolled away from where he and his best friend were throwing it back and forth. Not much of a game, but the two had grown bored of snowball fights and snowman building. Heck, even kicking each other in the nuts had lost its effect.
"Dude, you're so slow!" Stan laughed at his friend. He had to lean against a nearby tree to keep from falling over. "Seriously, how did you make the basketball team?"
By now Kyle had returned to his spot a few feet from Stan and was giving the boy the iciest glare he could muster. But that soon faded as he grinned. "I got skills, man."
"Yeah, yeah," Stan waved it off. "Throw the damn ball."
Kyle blinked and shrugged, pulling his arm back and throwing the ball as hard as he could - which, to Stan at least, wasn't very hard considering he was on the school football team. And so, to Kyle's disappointment, Stan caught it with ease.
"Dude you suck."
"Thanks, Stan." Was the dull reply. "Let's do something else. This is boring." Kyle sulkily made his way to Stan, kicking a rock or two in the process. Weekends were so boring...
"Mffp mffmmp heard mffm mffp news?"
Kyle almost peed himself, gasping and spinning around. "What the hell, Kenny!" He yelped and his hand flew up to calm his rapidly beating heart. "You almost have me a heartattack!"
Kenny only shrugged, but Kyle knew he was grinning under his coat. Stan was trying not to laugh at the whole thing, a hand set firmly over his mouth to stiffle any giggles that threatened to escape. "What did you say, Kenny?"
Kenny groaned and rolled his eyes as he loosened his hood, making his mouth visible. "I said, have you heard the news?" Head tilted slightly, he waited for an answer.
"What about the news?" Kyle questioned, posture regained.
Kenny rolled his eyes again. Appearently not. "The news about the Trench Coat Killer. The guy that's been loose in South Park for weeks now..."
Stan's eyes widened. "He struck again?"
"Uh huh." Kenny nodded. "The family only lived a few houses away from Wendy. It could have easily been her instead..."
The statement caused Stan to growl and Kyle to cast his gaze to the snow covered ground.
"Yeah well let's just be glad it wasn't her." Stan crossed his arms. When Kyle didn't say anything, the Marsh boy looked over at him and took note of his saddened expression. "Uhh, Kyle? You okay, buddy?"
Stan...
Kyle blinked. "Huh? Oh... yeah, I'm fine." A half-hearted smile. "Glad it wasn't Wendy..."
Oh how Kyle hated that bitch. Kenny knew he hated her. Kenny also knew why, but he was a good friend so he had promised he wouldn't say a word. She was the reason Kyle couldn't tell Stan he liked him. Stan loved Wendy... not him.
Stan wasn't a fag.
"All right then," the blue and red clad teen grinned. "Am I still staying over at your place tonight?"
The Jew nodded cheerfully, a smile gracing his lips. "Yep! And I rented some horror movies for us to watch!" There was absolutely nothing Kyle loved more than spending time with his friend.
"Oh that'll be fun. Kyle's gonna be hanging all over you," Kenny snickered, then began to mock Kyle."'Uwaahh this is so scary, Stan! Hold me!'"
Kyle turned bright red as Stan and Kenny laughed. Playfully, Stan flung an arm around around Kyle's shoulders, putting his mouth close to his ear and whispering harshly. "I got you, baby."
"Uck, fag." Kyle joked, punching Stan in the arm. Stan only smiled.
"It's getting kinda late..." Kenny interrupted. "and we shouldn't be out at night."
Stan blinked. Time had really flown... "Right. Okay Kyle. To your place." And he began to walk down the icey path towards Kyle's house.
Slowly, the Jew started to follow, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Dude, you need to tell him." There was a sad sigh.
"...I can't."
And he left.
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"No... no, please! I'll do anythi-KYAAA!" No regret. No mercy. The man had shoved the blade deep within the begging woman's stomach then back out, and he only smiled. She looked up at him, blood and tears dripping off her face in a silent plea. The man shook his head, grabbing her forcefully by the hair and yanking her head back.
"Shh." he grinned.
The woman's eyes went wide as the blade slid effortlessly across her throat and she fell to the ground, naked and bloody for her husband to find her when he arrived home in the morning.
Licking his lips, the man wiped the bloody blade on his coat. "Next Victim."
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Authors Rant: Yes, just another angsty love story. Ah get over it. Anyway, reviews would be nice. Flames are welcome.
AND I'm somwhat of a slow writer and I get writers block very easily, so sometimes I may go a few weeks without updating. I apologize in advance; have patience with me!
