Ok, so I wrote this straight out of my head at 11 o' clock at night. Sorry if it turned out cheesy or bad, but my first story I had to take down and I just wanted to put something up. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing,NOTHING! South Park belongs to the biggest geniuses in the world, Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Also, the boys have never met in this story, just so you know.

Another beer bottle flew past his head, smashing into the doorframe of his rat - infested room. It, of course, wasn't aimed at the boy, he was simply caught in the crossfire. No matter, things like that didn't scare him anymore, though part of him wished it did.

"You stupid sack of shit! Why the hell did I marry your sorry ass?!"

"You're the one who said yes you dumb bitch! Don't ask me!"

Yep, another typical night at home. Parents arguing, about three pounds of broken glass on the floor, and nothing but hate and rage filled the room. He, as usual, slipped out the front door without a single person noticing him, and just started walking. To where, he didn't know. He just let his feet carry him wherever they wished, while he thought of everything about his horrible life.

This boy has a name, a name of Kenneth McCormick, though most just called him Kenny. But to others, he was known as Poorkid, Parka Boy, and Trailer Trash. It didn't matter to him, because he knew what he was, really.

A Shadow.

"Where are you going young man?!"

The said boy sighed. "Just out for a walk Mom!", he called back.

"Well you better be back before midnight, or else!"

"I know Mom", he said before zipping his coat and stepping out into the winter air. God, his mom was such a bitch sometimes. It was so annoying. Why couldn't he just be free, like everyone else? In his deep thoughts, he didn't even know where he was going, so he just let his feet lead. Anywhere was better than at home with her.

This boy has a name, a name of Kyle Broflovski, though many just called him Ky. But to others, he was known as Jewboy, Ginger Freak, and Jersey Boy. He didn't care about those names though, because he knew what he was, really.

Trapped.

The boy tried to tune out the noises, but he couldn't. The groans and moans from his mother and whoever else she had brought home was just too loud. What was the guy's name? David, Harry, Chris? He lost track. Hopping off the couch, the boy grabbed his hat and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him, not caring what curses the neighbors yelled.

Why did his mom do this? Bring home a random man everyday? Didn't she see she had a son? Unconsciously, he allowed his feet to guide him while he thought.

This boy has a name, a name of Eric Cartman, though many just called him Cartman. But to others, he was known as Fatass, Dough Boy, and The Whore's Son. But he could give a damn what those names were, because he knew what he was, really.

Unwanted.

"Goddamnit Randy! Why do you always do stupid things like this?!"

"Stop yelling at me Sharon!"

You're both yelling, the boy thought as he silently watched his parents argue about nothing. Pulling on his shoes, he quietly exited the home. His parents wouldn't notice, not for a couple hours, after they had make-up sex and another hole in their marriage was skipped over in the struggle to stay alive. They should just divorce, he thought, they'd be so much happier. So deep in his thoughts, he forgot to tell his feet where to go, deciding just to let them go their own way.

This boy has a name, a name of Stanley Marsh, though many just called him Stan. But to others, he was known as Divorce Child, Hippie, and Vomit Boy. But he thought nothing of those names, because he knew what he was, really.

A Barrier.

Somehow, these four children ended up in the same place every time. Stark's Pond. But this time, they were not alone. No words were needed, just stares and company, as the four stared at the blackened sky and twinkling stars. And all thought about what it would be like to be up there, seen, free, wanted, unblocking.

A bond was created that night, between four boys of different hair and eyes, different beliefs, different clothes, and different class. And they silently swore under the moon that they would be together,undivided, as long as they were needed by the others.

And sure enough, the next day, four boys of the same oddities walked united into a new life, a life of being seen, free, wanted, and unblocking.

This was their beginning.