As Kenny sits on the roof of his house he hears soft moans coming from down below him.
The wind chimes he helped the girls hang make just enough noise to keep him alert. However, the night's air is unusually calm.
Normally, Kenny would already have his flashlight on and dealing with the trespasser's, but tonight is such a beautiful night, Kenny stays with his back on the roof's hard surface.
He closes his eyes and imagines what could be going on down there to cause these moans. He imagines they are from a girl. The ton of her moans and gasps for air take Kenny back to a time that these noises were a turn-on for him.
Guy or girl, just a simple gasp would bring a sly smile to Kenny's face. He knew what to do to make people happy.
The second set of moans doesn't phase him, either. Kenny was never known to be a selfish person. The second set must be coming from a guy, Kenny thinks. The image of a girl and guy twisting their limbs together, exchanging some spit, take Kenny deeper into his thoughts.
He thinks of a time when he would have jumped off the roof of this house to join in. Knowing neither party could deny him for long. Maybe just a grope or a feel, months ago Kenny would have jumped blindly into the dark to catch some action. It's funny to think that the only person that has ever pushed off his advances is the one he's waiting to come back home to him tonight.
Kenny thinks about the tons of girls he has made wait on him in the past. Guys, too. That is more of a human nature thing for Kenny, being late. It's funny, guys would get more upset his tardiness than girls. The girls would be too excited that he actually showed up.
Kenny can almost feel the life come back to him when he thinks of talking his way out of being late yet again for a guy's night. Stan and Kyle had both lost to Tweek who had a little more faith in him than the others. Only 5 minutes was his wager. Kenny was 4 minutes late. He thinks about the last time he saw everyone so happy.
Then he hears the half-choke, half-chomp noise from the girl below. With his eyes still closed he can hear her teeth slamming together like a hungry hungry hippo.
He's experienced nibblers, chewers, even biters. The sound of clashing teeth used to arouse him further. Either he was about to get some kinky lovin' or he was in the middle of said act, boinking their brains out. The enjoyment almost too much for Kenny to handle.
Once he hears a third set of means Kenny get's snapped back into reality. He knows what he has to do.
He rolls from his back to his stomach and pushes himself up into a stand. His flashlight from his back pocket is on and his sharpened ski pole in his other hand.
He shines the light towards the wind chimes where he thinks the moans are coming from and catches one of the trespassers with his light. He knows a girl's moans when he hears one. She turns and faces Kenny. The lifeless look in her eyes tells him she doesn't really care about being caught on his grounds. Doesn't really look like she cares about much of anything anymore.
Just food he guesses.
Not because she's fat in any way, but because she's not just below Kenny, trying her hardest to reach his now dangling feet off the edge. Kenny knows she won't be able to jump high enough to reach his feet. He also knows that trying to keep your balance on a roof while trying to aim at something is too risky at night alone. He has better aim when he's sitting.
As the girl reaches out to Kenny he wonders what the other two moaners are preoccupied with. Since the girl is now with Kenny, maybe girls just weren't their thing. The third moan was much deeper than the other two. Maybe boy moaner #1 found something better than the broad below Kenny's feet.
Lifting his legs to sit Indian-style eh searches for the other two near the chimes.
Both guys, just as he thought. Both had their hands on one tube of the metal wind chime Karen hung trying to understand the noise coming from the tubes.
"Hey! Hands off!" Kenny yells at the two. They both find Kenny much more interesting than the skinny metal tubes in their hands. As soon as all three, the two guys and the girl still underneath Kenny's feet, are all below the roof Kenny's muscles tighten.
He positions himself slightly to get a direct view of the top of the girl's head. He lifts his ski pole and slams the sharpened end into her brain with force. Neither boy flinches at the scene, the girl doesn't scream. The first boy shuffles over the girls body as if he knows it's now his turn.
As the second boy goes limp Kenny has to use his left boot to kick off a part of the boy's brain from his pole. The last one is the deep-voiced boy.
Kenny can see why the first boy became uninterested in the girl so quickly. The third and last body is still fairly attractive. Even from the look of his clothes, Kenny can tell this boy was quite the looker in his day.
The body structure and dark hair reminds Kenny of a certain noirette that distracted him from girls, too.
Kenny get's the boy to look up so he can get a better view of his face. At the moment his pole is raised at it's highest point Kenny pauses. He leans down so the boy can smell Kenny's scent. Enough to make the boy lift his head further.
Kenny turns his head to the left. The boy's follows. For the longest time Kenny and the boy exchange looks.
Once he's satisfied enough to determine the boy is not Craig he realizes he's been holding his breath.
That's the risk, taking watch at home rather than a hunt. He hopes Craig and Token and Kyle will be back soon. Hopefully with food or cigarettes. At this point Kenny hopes they all just come back.
He knows he has to clean up the bodies before the three get back. Kenny quickly takes one last look at the boy, now chomping his decaying jaw as quick as he can at Kenny. He slams his ski pole into the boy's skull and watches the body go limp.