Wicked Ice
By Shadowgate
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The following is a sequel to Ike Drowns. If you've not read that first then do so.
I want to dedicate this story to Wes Craven 1939-2015.
Also I want to thank Zoey Taisho for allowing me use of her artwork as a cover for this story.
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Butters looked at his alarm clock. It was 3AM and then he turned to look out his window. He was awakened by loud noise and the wind.
He knew a big storm was brewing but suddenly he felt tired and went back to bed.
His bed was so nice and warm.
When he woke up he showered and had breakfast.
He went out dressed in a big coat his parents just bought him.
He yelled for Craig and Craig turned to see him.
"Butters isn't it beautiful?" Craig asked
Butters asked "what's beautiful?"
Craig answered "the snow."
Butters responded "oh well I guess. I mean look at all the ice and snow, I mean sure snow is usually pretty. Oh but look the sunlight is barely melting a few icicles off that tree."
Craig said "I know they said on the radio it will take forever for the sun to melt all this snow and ice but that's fucking awesome."
Butters commented "yeah I guess you're right."
Craig put his arm around Butters but soon walked off after that.
Butters took off for a nice run and came across the McCormicks. Kenny and his siblings along with his parents are all out on their front lawn.
Butters said "Kenny I see you all are enjoying the weather."
Kenny said "we all are. We all went to the South Park Community Center and had nice hot showers."
Stuart commented "all these backup water heaters are great. I had a great shower. It's ironic that I got the best hot shower in my life in this cold weather."
Butters said "oh I did as well."
All of a sudden Butters had a sad look on his face. Kenny asked him what was wrong.
Butters said "oh well it's just even with all this beautiful snow I still can't avoid thinking of the town's tragedy."
Kenny said "oh I know. Kyle's parents have been getting as drunk as my parents get over the past two weeks."
Kevin and Karen laugh but Stuart yelled "HEY!"
Butters asked Kenny if he knew where Kyle was right now because he hadn't had a chance to offer condolences due to being sick with the flu.
Kenny told him to check Cartman's house they might be there.
Butters went to Eric Cartman's house and he saw Stan, Kyle, and Cartman out on the drive way.
Kyle said "okay Cartman now stand here."
Kyle gets behind Cartman and Stan stood in front of him.
Both Stan and Kyle had growth spurts. Stan was 4 foot 8 and Kyle was now 4 foot 11. Cartman was only 4 foot 5. Their appearances had changed over the past month as well.
"Now Cartman as you know I've decided to start studying to become a lawyer like my dad. I want to go into criminal law and when it comes to criminal law there are standards. The right of the accused to have a fair trial. The right of a crime victim to speak out. The goal is to see that those who are truly guilty are proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt."
Kyle continued on "you Eric Cartman are without a doubt guilty of murdering your own father and stepmother."
Stan laughed.
Kyle put his arms around Cartman and said "but hey it's not your fault because you're too stupid to be held responsible."
Stan laughed again.
Cartman began to feel very uncomfortable and got choked up.
Stan said "shit Kyle I think he's going to cry."
Stan turned his head and saw Butters across the street.
Stan said "HEY BUTTERS!"
Butters said "oh uh hey fellows I see you're in the middle of something so Kyle I'll get back to you. Uh I did want to offer my condolences to Kyle but maybe we can meet up alone Kyle and I'll explain why I wasn't at the funeral."
Kyle said "oh yes Butters definitely. I'll catch up with you later but right now Stan and I are dealing with fat ass."
Butters right hand started to shake and his lips started to quiver but he managed to say "I'll see you all later."
Butters waved goodbye.
As Butters took off the wind blew and it howled. The chills Butters felt from seeing Cartman getting verbally abused nearly caused him to pee in his pants.
TO BE CONTINUED