A/N: Right guys... I'm sorry, but I no longer like Sonic the Hedgehog... in fact... I despise it with every fibre of my being, the only thing I like about is Silver and sexy Shadilver-ness! I'm now into South Park! I mean, it's hilarious, the boys are so cute! Especially when done in animation style. And the yaoi pairings!

You can make practically any pairing you want, as nearly all the characters have met one another!

Warning: Yaoi (boy love), rape, torture, violence, gore, abuse, swearing, bondage.... the usual for me.

Pairings: Dip, K2, Creek, one sided Kyman and ...one sided... Cartman/Pip! Don't worry, I've not gone off my rocker... well not having any coffee means that I'm slightly less hyper than I've been getting usually.... in other words, I'm not twitching and hitting my elbow off the keyboard any more... yay! Any way, enough about me, on with the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned even one of these characters, I wouldn't be here writing this... no... I would be making an action packed, sex and rape filled movie... yup...

Cartman's P.O.V

I Want To See What Makes You Tick

My fascination with the little British kid was nothing more than that. Fascination. I wanted to see what would make him snap. I didn't know how anyone could take so much grief, so much agony, and then simply shrug it off, even going as far as to congratulate those who would hurt him.

That's why I do what I do. I bully him, be-little him in front of everyone. And those who wish to help him can't. They would have to get through me. I have only ever feared one. The Devil child. I feared that he might stand up for Pip, make others know that you should never mess with him. And then Damien betrayed him.

I wasn't sure if I could have been any happier. Betrayal. It tore him apart. Even though he never lets it show. The hurt that dances in his eyes, flickering like a ghost, when myself, or another mentions the Anti-Christ's name.

I know that what I do is wrong, that it would be considered inhumane by many. And that's why I do it. I don't want to be like others, and I know that I am pretty unstable. I will snap. I work from the inside out. Others see it as bullying, but not me. I see it as an experiment, a way of marking my place. I rip them apart from the inside, making sure they've sank into the deepest pit of despair I can build. They hurt themselves. I don't have to do anything.

No one knows why I do it, why I feel glee when the pillars of my victims sanity finally crumble. I do it, because it shows I that I can hurt people. It shows, that no matter where I am, I will always have power.

Their has only been one time when my victim didn't break. I was so close to finishing him off. But they had to intervene. I didn't know it was possible to reverse the effects of being broken, especially if it was me who did the breaking. I don't know what happened,but I desire to find out. Then I can stop it from happening again.

I remembered the taunting. I remember the Terrance and Philip wallpaper on my bedroom walls. The silence of my deserted house. The boasting tone of my voice. I remember telling Kyle that there was no way he would be accepted in society if anyone were to find out about his secret obsession. It was perfect, but... it didn't work.

"Kahl, Kahl, Kahl," I tutted at him, " the communiteh of South Park will never accept you. You'll be kicked out of your own home, lose your best friend, and if you even think that you would stand a chance with him, you're completely wrong!" I laughed at the last thing I had said. A sadistic, evil laugh. The truth was, Kyle definitely stood a chance with Kenny. He was gorgeous, smart, and most of all, rich.

"But I-" I cut off Kyle, who, with every second that passed, looked more and more defeated.

" Even if he does accept you Kahl, you'll just be an experiment. You know what Keneh's like. He'll stay with you for a while, showing you off, making sure that you spend enough of your money on him, and have a few experimental shags, and then he'll dump you for a big breasted bimbo, leaving you with nothing but a broken heart, a ruined reputation, and, most likely, Aids."

Kyle didn't make a snappy retort, as he usually would, he just slumped against the wall, looking lost, hurt and empty. I grinned. This was going better than I thought. I took a step forward, and lowered my self to Kyles level, tilting his face up, so his emerald green eyes, met my, slightly narrowed, chocolate ones.

" I can help you Kahl," I whispered, seductively. Truth be told, I wasn't that bad looking myself, after I had decided that I was, in fact, fat, and had lost most of my weight. His eyes widened slightly, and he tried to pull his head away, but I was much stronger than him, and yanked at his chin. He just continued to stare at me, with his empty eyes.

It was slightly chilling to look into his lifeless eyes, so devoid of any emotion, the usual sparkle of mischievousness, gone. I realised then, that this was the way I wanted everyone who I tried to brake. Completely vulnerable.

" Even if you don't want it Kahl, you know there is nothing you can do. You are weaker than most, and probably have a lot of built up sexual tension. I can help you," I repeated.

Of course, in my head, it sounded slightly different. In my head it sounded like; ' Get on all fours and let me make you my bitch!' And Kyle is anything but weak.

I grinned slightly at that thought. Kyle naked on all fours. Nice. But at the moment, I wanted to win his trust. I didn't have to of course, but it was a lot more fun watching people lose any spark of sanity they had before I had started my method of torture.

I felt him shudder slightly, probably from the way I was looking at him.

" I don't want to," he muttered, and a wave of anger washed over me, so intense, so sudden, that even if I wanted to I couldn't control what I did next.

I brought my hand back, and slapped him, hard, around the face. His head twisted as my hand connected with his soft, pale cheek.

He looked up at me, terror etched on every part of his face, a horrible mark in the shape of my hand on his left cheek. He held his own gloved hand up to his cheek, and then, looking right at me, he said in a quiet squeak.

"You hit me," I rolled my eyes.

"Yes," I agreed, talking as though I were to speaking a small child, " I did. And there will be plentah more than that if you don't do what I say."

I didn't bother mentioning that there would be plenty more of that anyway.

I readjusted myself, so that I was nearly on top of him, my hands on either side of his head, my knees on either side of his hips.

"Please Cartman," he pleaded. I just grinned.

" You came to me for help, and I helped. We'll just say that you're... returning the favour?" I leant forward slowly, making sure Kyle had time to register what was about to happen, making sure he felt every little bit of fear. My lips were nearly on his, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up quickly, expecting my mother, home early from her 'job', but instead I was met with two sets of angry blue eyes.

" What the hell are you doing!?" Stan cried, looking for all the world as though he would rather tear me apart than be asking me questions.

" Me and Kahl here, were just playing a game," I said calmly, hoping they didn't sense my anger. I was certainly not scared, just annoyed they had interrupted.

" What sort of game?" came Kenny's muffled voice. Inwardly, I couldn't help but wonder why Kenny still wore that ridiculous orange orange parka after all these years.

" Umm... wait a second, how the hell did you even get in here?" I questioned, trying to change the subject, and honestly curious.

" You didn't lock the door, dick-head," muttered Stan, " now, get up!" his voice was dripping with venom, and I nodded and got up.

I looked over at Kyle, wondering why he hadn't said anything. He was just staring ahead, that empty look still on his face. I smiled slightly. At least my attempts hadn't been in vain.

" Wipe the fucking smirk of your face, lardass!" hissed Kenny, and I immediately stopped smiling, not wanting to get my self beaten up by Kenny.

I could hear Stan whispering urgently to Kyle, and when the red-head didn't respond, he got up and glared at me.

"Kenny," he said, " I need your help," Kenny simply nodded, standing up and walking over. Together they lifted him and, standing at either side of him, flung an arm over each of their shoulders and led him out of my house.

At the doorway, they turned to me, and Stan said in a voice so low, and cold that it could rival mine, " If you've laid even one finger on him, I will kill you!" and with that said, Kenny and Stan walked out of the room, taking my prize with them.

The next day at school, Kyle was back to normal, and a couple of weeks later, Kenny and Kyle came out of the closet about their relationship.

Instead of the whole town yelling at them, they praised them, happy that the gorgeous Jew-boy, and the sexy immortal were taking a step for gays everywhere. Of course this influenced many others to come out, including Craig and Tweek, but I was sort of expecting that one.

I am worried that it was my own stupidity that caused the plan to backfire on me. If it was the simple fact that I moved too soon. That is why, with Pip, I am going to wait. I moved out of my mothers house last year, and bought my own place.

I have made it up to look inviting and warm. But all you need to do would be look in the basement to see what my house is really like.

As soon as I chose the basement for the place to leave my torture implements and bondage items, I couldn't help but think about how cliché it all was. An unpopular, evil young man, feeding on the innocence, purity and beauty of others. Usually the popular ones.

Pip's popularity is growing, he has the looks of an angel and the innocence of a two year old. He also happens to be extremely gullible, which will come in handy.

He also takes what he's given. Whether it's an insult, or a severe beating, he never complains. Although it has been harder getting at him after Kyle and the other two chose him as my replacement. His popularity has increased slightly, to the point where Heidi asked him to a disco with her.

I believe the boys only did it to protect him from me, as they had probably noticed that I was doing the same thing to him as I had done to Kyle, but I have been wrong before... although it is a rare thing.

As I was saying, the boys may also have let him into their group because he is a good friend, as I remember that from the time we were trying to pick Kenny's replacement . But if the boys value personality over appearance and wealth then they are all fools.

Another good point is that Pip has no parents, and he was allowed to leave the orphanage a week ago, as he had turned seventeen.

It is usually sixteen, I have heard, but apparently he left later because the people who looked after the children received an anonymous tip from a stranger that there was someone out to get Pip, and it would be better to hold him another year. Actually if I can recall properly, it may have been three strangers, but I shall investigate that further, later.

Pip is vulnerable, in that big house alone. Yes, a big house, not huge, but cosy, and inviting. I have no idea where he could get enough money for such a house, but it may be that one of is best friends is rich.

He does have regular sleepovers with the guys at Stan's however, so the date and time will need to be scheduled.

He is much skinnier than other children, so it would be easy enough to hold him down or knock him unconscious if the worst comes to the worst.

I do have doubts however that his disappearance will go unnoticed, but I know that I can get help if I need it.

For now, I will lie in wait, hoping that the day when I can strike comes soon.

Eric Cartman

The dark haired, pale skinned boy looked up from the letter he had been reading, candle light flickering over his hauntingly handsome features. He grinned, the light hitting off his pearly white teeth, and causing them to glint slightly.

" Making a deal with Cartman of all people," muttered the boy to himself, " this will be more fun than I thought." he laughed, the noise echoing around the empty cave he was in, until it died completely.

" I hope you enjoy our reunion Pip. Damien is back in town," and with that, the Anti-Christ walked out of the cave, and, clicking his fingers, teleported to the mortal world.

So... wow... I will continue this soon, and the next chapter will be longer, I just wanted to see if people like it first! Anyway, bye! I'm off to watch Ouran High School Host Club, and drink coffee!