We all knew it would happen sooner or later.
He had finally cracked.
With all of the constant teasing and torturing since grade school, it was unclear why he hadn't cracked sooner. Every day, all day, he was exposed to the harshest comments made by his fellow peers, and he just smiled along. Underneath that smile, was a boiling boy that was just waiting to come out, waiting to seek revenge. And now that day has come.
My ears were pierced by the constant screams. Who knew that a teenager so small in height could create a stack of trouble so immense?
"He's coming!" Wendy Testaburger screamed, with a tearstained face. She was bolting down the hallway, painting and sweating. She was in the state of complete shock and terror.
I grabbed Stan by the arm. He looked at me, tears falling down his face. And we ran as fast as our shocked legs could carry us, even though it was nowhere near as fast as we intended to run. Sweat poured down my face and back, and my moist hands caused a wet spot on the part of Stan's jacket I was holding on to.
"Stop running if you want to live." A quiet, calm voice called from behind us.
Stan and I froze, our bodies full of terror and panic.
"Show your faces." The boy said, his voice still calm.
Slowly, Stan and I turned around, and saw the face of Butters Scotch. His blonde hair drenched in sweat, and it stuck to his forehead. His eyes had an evil spark in them, as he studied our terrified faces. In his hand, was a gun which he pointed at us. He stepped closer.
"Kyle, Stan," He began. "You both just stood there. Quietly. You could have done something. Instead, you did nothing while they picked at me, while they ruined my life," There was a tear running down his face. "Now it's time for you to pay."
And with that, he aimed the gun at me, and pushed his finger down so that a tiny bullet was released. The bullet soared through the air, aiming for my chest. Stan saw what was happening, and sprung towards my defenseless body, flying through the air. The bullet hit my best friend in the torso, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Oh-oh my! What have I done?!" Butters exclaimed, stuttering.
"Stan!" I yelled. I let my body fall to the floor, and grabbed Stan's body and let him fall to my lap. "Stan why the fuck did you do that?"
"K-Kyle," He said, his body weak. His eyes were slowly closing. His body felt tense in my helpless hands. "Kyle, I have to tell you something."
"What?" I was hysterical.
"I love you, Kyle." And with that, his eyes were completely shut. His heart pumped their final beats. Even though he was in my arms physically, it didn't seem like he was. He was gone, forever.
"I love you too, Stan."
I closed my eyes, and rocked the lifeless body of the boy I loved back and forth.