Long-Ass-Authors note: Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've written, but I got an idea for another story. Fair word of warning, it includes dark Cartman, teen drinking, mischief, rape, insanity, and man-on-man lovin'. So, don't come complaining to me if you are offended. I do not own South Park, though if I did, it would be pretty fucked up. Also, I don't know what pairings yet, and this will probably be a LOOONG story, with a bit of time in between updates. Sorry, it's just that I have school and stuff, you know.

I had always been curious about things. Even as a child, I felt the need to explore everything. Hell, I started cussing at the innocent age of 7, just to see what it felt like to have forbidden words escape my lips.

Of course, there are some things I do not want to know about, no matter how the sin of curiosity seduces me.

Like what rape felt like.

Or how betrayal can break you, what it can do to you.

What it felt like to go crazy.

But, all these things have yet to happen when my story starts, at the tender age of 16, the start of sophomore year around the corner.

The summer, although passing through quickly, was still leaving its trace on the weather. We were still having weather in the 70's well into September, something uncommon for South Park.

It was unusually cool that day, and we were all hanging out in Stan's tree house (amazingly it was still up). The breeze whispered through, rustling my now tamed (well, better than it was 4 years ago) hair along.

In fact, we have all changed more than we like to admit.

Stan, the kid everyone thought to become the school jock, had come to look like an "after" picture from a "don't do drugs" picture. At the age of 12, his parents split up for good. He didn't exactly take it well, shockingly. He started off with letting the toxic poison of a substance most teens know all too well slide past his lips. Alcohol had poisoned his mind, taking over his world. Sure, he had been drunk before, at a party, or hanging with the guys. But it was different this way. More forbidden, eviler. I suppose he loved the effect enough to start other things. First alcohol, then heroine, meth…. Who knows what else? His already average grades sunk, he broke any relationship he had, and eventually I stopped trying to help. I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but I couldn't stand being around him anymore. He was just so… depressing.

Cartman had stopped hanging out with us in 9th grade, him and Kenny splitting off from the group. He started wearing dark clothes, the color of crimson blood accessorizing nearly every outfit he wore. He started getting into trouble, more than normal. By the age of 16, he had gotten arrested for stealing 5 times, drug dealing 3 times, and even was a suspect in a murder case once. Of course, he never got jail time (what did you expect, it's Cartman.), pulling invisible strings every time he got in trouble. There was even a rumor that he fucked the judge to get off, once. He always tried to brush the gay rumors off, but there was no way him and Kenny weren't at least fuck buddies. He'd even changed in appearance, he was still really big, and most definitely not skinny or buff, but he got taller, and his arm muscles built up enough to give him a "Don't even THINK of messing with me, asshole" vibe.

He started spiking his hair to a half Mohawk. Tattoos covered his body, and he looked pretty menacing.

Kenny's family won the lottery in 8th grade, believe it or not. It wasn't a mega million jackpot, but it was enough to make his family one of the richest in town, right after token of course. Kenny didn't care, though. He seemed to love playing the "rich playboy who was nothing but trouble" for a long time. Hell, he wore suit coats to school. That didn't last long, though. Eventually, he realized that, as much as it seemed awesome, he hated being rich. All he ever got in life was handed to him, and his parents still spent all their money on drugs and alcohol. He started to drink, sell his body, anything that would piss off his parents enough for them to care. Everyone could see that it wasn't going to work, but it doesn't mean he stopped trying. Him and Cartman constantly got into trouble. He never stopped wearing his hoodie (apart from the suit phase) though, he did pull it off his face now, revealing a chiseled, handsome face, with messy blonde hair and striking blue eyes. And, he only had a small amount of acne covering his face. Needless to say, he didn't have trouble getting business.

As for myself, I hadn't changed much. My hair stopped being a jew-fro when I was about 12, turning into a coppery-red mess of curls sitting on top of my head. I had green eyes, and slightly pale skin, with a couple of teenager-hormone-induced pimples speckling my face. It wasn't serious, but it annoyed me quite a bit. I wasn't the best looking dude, but most definitely not the ugliest. I have had a couple of girlfriends over the years, though it always ended well, with me claiming "It just wasn't working out". Before you jump to conclusions, though, I have already wondered if I was gay, and I was never quite sure. That's probably not normal for most guys, but I'm not most guys. I have stayed the good-little-poopsikins that I have always been, if not just to bear my mother the pain of seeing me crumple like all the other people in my "gang of friends from when I was little". When I was 11, my mom caught my dad cheating on her with his secretary. They had a long break, and it put a long strain on our family, but eventually she forgave him. Although, I still see her crying every once and a while. After Stan started drinking, among other things, Wendy and I became best friends. I think it was partially his falling apart that made us come together. I know it's wrong, but I'm kind of glad it happened, because if it didn't, Wendy and I would not be best friends.

Anyway, back to the story.

"You guys. I have something really important to say, but it needs to be in person." Cartman had said over the phone. Yet it had been an hour, and Cartman still wasn't here.

Where was he?

Long-ass-bottom-authors note: So, I know it's not long, and not very interesting, but I needed to set the story up. Don't worry, a lot of interesting shit will happen later on. Please review, although flames will be used to burn the haters ( mwahahaha :] ) And so I leave you with a south park quote:

"You Sir, have mocked Cartman before, and you shall not do it again, now sit down and Damn You let him speak!"

"…. Thank you Clyde."