Part One: Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1: The Meeting

The prince was close. Stan had his sword drawn as he followed his wolf through the woods. His orders were to bring the Elf Prince back with him to the Wizard King. He's been searching for three days now, and knew he was right on his tail. He had to find the prince or the elven side would have a better advantage. The humans have had the elves under the watch for years now, but if the prince had managed to escape, he could get help to fight against the human side. The Wizard King had sent him after the boy.

Sparky stopped and sniffed the air for a second. He began to growl. Stan readied his sword as he stopped in his place.

A blaze of fire appeared, Stan moved out of the way before it could hit him. When he turned it burned nothing that it touched. He had been warned the prince was magical, that's why he had bands in his back pocket. They'd cancel his magic.

"The fatass sent you. I suggest you back to your dear king," a male voice said.

Stan adjusted himself and aimed himself towards the sound, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Suit yourself," a vine wrapped around his wrist and pulled him to the side. The warrior dropped his sword in the process.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a blur of orange and green. "Sparky, go!"

He cut the vine with a dagger he had on him. Quickly, he went after his wolf. A scream filled the air, it seemed to have come from the prince. Sparky must have got him. He went towards the scream.

In the distance he saw Sparky and the prince. He was ground scooting away. His glance found Stan and he tried to get up, but he fell to the ground with a yelp and grunt.

Fire spread throw the forest, his dog ran back. Stan took the chance. He gripped the dagger in his hands and moved. Just as the fire stopped, he throw the dagger. In order to dodge, the prince let his back hit the ground. It hit a tree behind him.

Before he could move, the warrior kept him back down. The elven boy struggled under him. Stan pulled the bands out and began to secure them to the boy. They were both light-weigh, silver, and had engravings over them. They were kind of like handcuffs, but they didn't attach together.

"Fuck you!" the boy tried to punch him, but his wrist was caught and forced above his head. His other was pinned at his side.

This was the first time he got a good look at the prince.

Red curls fell under a green hat. The hat had flaps hanging over his ears. A light splash of freckles covered his nose and cheeks. The boys complexion wasn't pale like one would think though, instead it was more of a light peach. His eyes were a vibrate green that were hardened into a glare. He had on green fingerless gloves that ran all the way up his arms, a dark orange sleeveless tunic, and green pants with brown boots that went to his knees.

Suddenly, a forehead rammed into Stan's nose. A knee landed in his stomach. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip on the boy's wrists. Blood split from his nose and dripped onto the prince's cheek.

Silence fell over the two. Only the sound of both boys panting was heard. Thy continued to glare at each other.

It was the red-head that broke the silence. "I will have you killed . . ." the elven prince growled. "When we have our land again, I'll make sure you're the second one to be dead."

Stan just chuckled, "Who has the honor of being first."

The boy just struggled slight, "The fatass who's ass you are currently kissing."

He forced the prince onto his stomach. There was a bloody wound on the back of his leg, probably why he couldn't walk earlier. He forced his hands behind his back. From his belt he grabbed a cloth and secured them together.

Stan stood up from the ground. He grabbed the prince by his arm and forced him up. Once standing he grabbed him at the bends of his knees and throw him over his shoulder. The prince tried to struggle, but as he moved it caused pain in his injured leg. Instead of struggling he just cursed the warrior in both English and Hebrew.

"Do you do everything that fatass asks? Are you just his little bitch like every other dumbass human is?! I bet you've never made a decision by yourself!" his voice yelled.

He pulled his dagger out of the tree, "Are you sure you want to be throwing insults in the current position you're in?"

"Fuck you! I know you're orders were to bring me back alive. Your King probably didn't tell you his whole plan, did he?" he yelled.

Stan walked to retrieve his sword, Sparky followed him.

"I'm Stan Marshwalker," he replied instead of giving the boy the fire he needed.

The boy growled, "You think I give a fuck."

He shrugged, "Just thought you'd like to know the name of the person that brought your little plan to a stop."

The was another growl from the boy, but he didn't say anything after that.

He grabbed his sword as he passed where he had first met the boy.

Silence feel between them and Stan was perfectly fine with that. Why would he want to talk to the boy that went against the law? The boy that tried to start an uprising and take down the Wizard King. The prince should be happy that he wasn't killed like many of the other rulers that the King met. He still got to live in his castle with all of his guards and things. The humans had shown mercy on him and his people and this is how he repaid them.

Suddenly the prince's voice broke the silence, "I'm Kyle Broflovski."

This voice was very faint and there were many things mixed in there. Pain, fear, cockiness, etc. . .

"Oh," Stan replied.

"And I'm going to be the one to kill you, Marshwalker," he finished.


Everything was going wrong in Kyle's plan to save his people from King Fat Ass. Currently, he was wearing bands that canceled his already weak magic, he was bound, had a torn leg because of the beast, a major headache from head-butting him, and was hanging over Sir Kiss Ass's shoulder.

He didn't know how long he they had been walking. Time has just blurring in his mind, but it didn't stop him from planning how to get out of here.

Kyle couldn't currently kill the warrior at the moment, not in his predicament. He had to wait for him to drop his guard. But how? A thought played into his head, this would hopefully work.

He stilled and tensed his body. Thenn he screamed and began to twitch violently. The wound on his leg began to throb, but this might be his only chance at getting out of here.

His back hit the ground, he felt the stupid bands dig into his back and his hands being crushed the his body. Kyle let his head roll to the left and closed his eyes.

"Oh shit!" a hand was on his neck. "Not dead, oh god! What's wrong?"

He let his body go limp as he felt the warrior move him slightly.

"He's going to have my head if you're dead," his hand went to his own forehead and pushed his bangs back out of his face.

A hand connected with the side of his face and forced his head to roll to the other side.

"Ow! You mother fucker! You don't just slap someone that could be dying!" Kyle growled and managed to get himself up slighly.

The warrior's expression turned from concern to anger, "You were faking?! I nearly had a damn heart attack!"

"Do you actually think I'm going to let you take me back to that fat ass, Marshwalker? In what world do you live in where the captive will come willing?" he yelled back.

A hand grab him by the shirt and forced him up. Just as his hands ghosted around his waist, Kyle kicked him hard in shin. With Stan's guard down, he took off the best he could. He really didn't get that far, about three yards before arm went around his waist. As the prince was lifted off the ground, he kicked out, but the warrior didn't let go of him. Instead it set them off balance. The prince found himself lying on top of his captor. He continued to struggled even though there was no hope in getting out, Marshwalker had an iron grip on his waist.

Kyle found himself panting against Marshwalker's chest. He didn't realize that he had tired himself out. He felt himself being shift and than pulled up off the ground. An arm was still locked around his waist, not letting him escape again. Without a word he was tossed over the warrior's shoulder again. His chance at escaping was gone.

His people, his kingdom, his friends, his family . . . they were all going to be destroyed.

It was at that moment that Kyle was glad the warrior couldn't see him. Tears began to form in his eyes.

This wasn't over though, it was far from over. Cartman wasn't going to get him that easy.


Notes: I'm am having ideas for my next generation serious. This is something that is just older and I was looking and found it. Tell me if you'd like for me to continue. I'm sorry Style is my OTP! But if you've read this far that my mean you ship it or are okay with Stan/Kyle. Till next time. ;P