Disclaimer: I don't own South Park dude. Really. The nerve of you.

A/N: This is a rewrite of my fic Freaks, which was deleted a while back. I really wanted to go a better direction with the plot and here it is.

Dreams/Visions: Hello

Thoughts: 'Hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Mind control/Telepathy: "Hello"/'Hello'

Kenny Talk: ("Hello")


Chapter two: Dream a little dream


I see your fantasy
You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah.

~Trapt, Headstrong


By lunchtime Kyle was exhausted, mentally and physically. He had the mother of all headaches and a killer case of vertigo. Add that to his lack of a good nights sleep and you had one grumpy Jew. He was barely even functioning.

Stumbling along to the lunchroom, body aching and tired, he barely noticed when Stan approaching him until a large hand caught hold of his own and a soft voice echoed out.

'I hope he doesn't mind me holding his hand.' "Hey dude. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just tired." Letting himself lean on the taller boy he smiled. "Oh and, I don't mind."

Stan paused, glancing down at him. "Don't mind what?"

"I don't mind you holding my hand.", Kyle said simply, pulling him along as he entered the cafeteria. "It's kinda nice actually."

'How did he-' Stan frowned, tilting Kyle's head up. "Really? Huh. Cool I guess...How did you-"

The redhead frowned, tilting his head to the side. "You were talking to yourself. Worrying about me minding if you held my hand. I heard you."

"Kyle I didn't say anything about it."

The redhead frowned deeper. "Yes you did. I heard you. No need to be embarrassed dude. I talk to myself all the time.", he gave a light smile. "Everybody does."

Stan nodded "Yeah, but I didn't say anything dude. I swear."

"I heard you dude.", Kyle said softly. "Maybe you just didn't realize it."
Stan frowned. "Maybe..." 'I didn't say anything. I'm sure I didn't.'

Kyle shrugged. "Whatever dude. Let's just get to lunch.", he released his friends hand, grabbing his wrist instead and pulled him towards the lunch line. "I'm starved."

Frowning in confusion Stan allowed the smaller male to drag him to the line, chattering on happily while picking out food. But even as he was led to the table where Kenny and Ike were waiting he still couldn't help but feel that something was off. And he still felt it even as he pulled out his home lunch and poked at it with his fork.

He hadn't said anything. He was sure. But Kyle had known. Known exactly what he'd been thinking and responded to it. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it could be- Kyle could be-

No. They'd have noticed if Kyle was...like them. Wouldn't they? And even if they didn't he'd have told them. I mean, he'd have at least told Stan. They were super best friends after all. And Stan had told him about his mutation.

That had been his birthday, the day he'd realized he was in love with Kyle, and the day he'd realized he could probably never be with him. He was a mutant after all, and he didn't want Kyle to have to face all the shit that came with that.

Kyle had too much going for him to throw it all away to be with Stan and Stan knew that. He understood that as a mutant he was holding the redhead back. Sheila Brofloski had made sure he and the others knew that when she'd thrown Ike out.

And they'd realized-or at least Stan had- that she was right. The social implications of being friends with a mutant was almost as bad as being one yourself. Kyle's friendship with them could ruin his whole life...and yet, he refused to care.

"Well well well, what have we here. Sitting with the freaks ey Kahl? How appropriate."

Stan looked up, drawn from his thoughts by a familiar whining voice and growled at what he saw. Eric Cartman had waddled over from his own table with Clyde, Token, and Red (The so called 'Mutant Haters') to theirs, leaning on edge by Kyle and sneering at the Jew.

"I always knew you were a freak. Probably used your mutant powers in our arguments. Explains how you won.", The fat teen said smugly, earning a nod from Clyde and the other Mutant Haters.

"Yeah.", Red sneered. "Always knew you were too smart. Shoulda known right away you were one of them!"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Oh please. I'm not a mutant. Not that it would matter if I was. There's nothing wrong with being a mutant anyways."

Clyde scoffed. "Except the fact that they're dangerous."

"Yeah!", Red nodded, pointing at Kenny. "That perv burnt me when we were at Clyde's party!", she lifted her skirt slightly to reveal a small burn scar on her thigh. "See, I have the proof right here!"

By now the whole Cafeteria was watching from their tables, including several of the other mutants at South Park high and several other mutant haters. All eyes had moved to rest on three of South Park four (plus Ike) and the room had gone silent, everyone waiting too see how it all played out.

After five minutes the silence was broken by Ike Brofloski, the Canadian teen snorting in amusement and rolling his eyes. "Proof? Of what? That you're a slut? I mean seriously, I can't believe you let him get that far on the first date, if you can call hooking up at Clyde's party a date."

("Besides,") Kenny chirped. ("If I recall you actually liked being burnt. Made you all hot and bothered.")

Red turned pink, biting her lip and shaking with barely contained embarrassment and rage. "I-I- Shut up you freak! I didn't ask for you to scar me!" She growled, taking a threatening step forward only to back up when Kenny moved forward.

("But you liked it.") He gave a dangerous grin beneath his parka. ("Maybe I should do it again?")

She paled, backing up while Clyde stepped forward, arm in front of her protectively. "Back off McCormick. I don't wanna have to hurt you."

Ike snorted, putting a hand on Kenny's shoulder. "Hurt him? He throws fire. What can you do?"

"I can do enough.", Clyde snarled, moving forward, fist raised to strike while Kenny activated his power, flames licking his skin. Both teens rushed at each other and-

"STOP!"

The windows rattled and the cafeteria trays shook as a smooth voice rang out full of anger and both teens froze as all eyes in the cafeteria moved to the one who'd shouted. The windows and trays stilled and Kyle stood, eyes blazing, beside them, panting from the effort put into his cry. The redhead looked between the two of them, eyes sad, and shook his head, disgusted.

"You guys used to be friends and now look at you.", he gestured to their raised fists. "Fighting each other like enemies. What happened?"

Clyde snarled and the strange shaking was forgotten as the argument came back on track. "He became a mutant. That's what happened."

("And he's human. Thinks he's too good for us like all humans.")

"So you're going to let it tear you apart?", he turned to Clyde. "What about Craig? Your best friend. He's a mutant. And Tweek. He's one to. What about them?"

Craig stood up from his table,moving out into the open and dragging Tweek along with him. "Yeah Clyde, what about us?"

Kyle turned to Kenny. "And what about me Ken? I'm human aren't I? Am I as bad as them?", he gestured to the Mutant Haters. "Am I?"

The hooded boy shook his head. ("No Ky, I didn't mean-I-")

"Mutant or human it doesn't matter. We're all still the same people that've know each other all our lives.", Kyle said softly.

Stan finally spoke up, moving to stand beside his super best friend. "Kyle's right. We're no different now than we were before. We're still the same people."

As people in the cafeteria whispered in agreement, Cartman had a felt something come over him. He wanted to listen to the Jew. Agree with him like everyone else was doing. But why?

Then it hit him. Kyle was doing something. Something strange. He was controlling them and they didn't even realize it. He was manipulating them. It was easy to see-to feel-, but no one noticed. They were caught up in Kyle's sticky Jew web of lies. Eating up everything he said. Even Cartman himself felt the urge to listen to him. Believe him.

Then another thought occurred. He could use him. With a gift like this, so subtle and manipulative, Kyle could easily rally all the humans in the school against that little fag Marsh and his gang of freaks. Help him get back at them. Because if Eric Cartman couldn't have powers, no one could. And though he hated Kyle with a passion the Jew could be a very useful ally. A means to an end.

The Jew it seemed was an even better manipulator than he himself and that was an accomplishment. Of course Eric expected no less of his arch enemy. The only one worthy enough to face him.

With a plan in mind Cartman snorted, pointing at Stan. "As if. You're monsters. Dangerous monsters.", he looked over at Kyle and sighed softly, piling on the fake concern. "You really should join us Kahl. Those mutants could really hurt you. Just one little slip from either of those two", he gestured at Kenny and Stan. "and you could be seriously hurt. You don't belong with them Kahl. Like you said earlier, you're not a mutant. You belong with us." The other Mutant Haters nodded.

"You're one of us Kyle. Not one of them.", Token said softly.

Clyde nodded too. "Yeah, Kyle. You're smart. You have to realize how dangerous they are."

The redhead looked at his friends and brother and smiled, turning back to face Cartman and his group. "They'd never hurt me. I trust them, which is more than I can say for you Fatass."

Cartman scowled, while Stan, Kenny, and Ike smiled at Kyle. "Well, that's a shame Jew.", He looked like he had more to say, but the bell rang before he could and the throng of watching students began to flood out of the cafeteria and into the hall, pulling Clyde, Token, and Red with them, while Cartman moved out of the way so as not to be swept out.

When the flood had thinned he moved to speak again only to stop, eyes on Kyle as the redhead gathered up his belongings, green eyes slightly glazed. Cartman's attention fell on a small object on the floor from Stan's lunch and he looked from it back to Kyle, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Ignoring the hefty teen's stare Kyle moved to leave, vaguely rubbing at his still aching head, before moving to follow the crowd. Before he could leave though a voice stopped him.

"Ky."

He turned to see Stan smiling at him, Kenny and Ike behind him. They looked relieved. He tilted his head at them, eyebrow rising in a look of curiosity.

"Thanks dude."

Kyle frowned. "For what?"

Stan smiled at him. "For sticking up for us."

"No prob dude. You guys are my friends. The fact that you're mutants doesn't change that.", Kyle said softly before turning to leave again. "Now c'mon, We have to get to class or we'll be late and I really don't want to be late."

Ike smirked. "Don't want to ruin your perfect record?"

Kyle elbowed him as they walked out. "Don't be jealous of how good a student I am. Just cause I never get caught like you losers."

Kenny grinned. ("Maybe Cartman's right. You are a sneaky little Jew...and I mean that in the nicest way possible.")

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Thanks. Jerk."

As they walked away, exchanging witty banter on the way to class Cartman stared after, forgotten by the four teens, eyes still firmly focused on Kyle. A small smirk formed on his face as he moved over to the table, bending down and picking up the object he'd seen earlier.

A fork. Stan's fork. The one he'd brought from home. It was, if Cartman remembered correctly, one of the sterling silver one's from his mother's favorite set. And it was bent. Curled unnaturally as if bent with incredible force.

He looked up with a grin, eyes on the door where Kyle had disappeared. "Well, well, well. I guess I was right Kahl. You are a freak.", he pocketed the fork. "No matter, soon you'll be my freak."


The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day and Kyle let out a relieved sigh, rubbing at his head as he gathered up his things.

His headache had gotten progressively worse since the incident at lunch and he'd barely been able to function as the day wore on. Spikes of pain would hit every time he touched someone and he could hear voices, adding to the pain and confusion of it all.

He couldn't be more glad that the day was over and he could go home, collapse on his bed, and sleep. Maybe in the morning his head would feel better. Or maybe it would kill him in his sleep. Either way was fine as long as he didn't have to be in pain anymore.

He sluggishly made his way out into the hall, bag slung over his shoulder, and walked right into Stan, who smiled down at him. Then, after a closer look at the redhead, he frowned, putting his hands on the smaller male's shoulders and holding him out so he could get a better look. What he saw worried him.

"Are you okay?", he asked softly.

Kyle mustered up a smile and nodded. "Fine."

Stan arched an eyebrow. "Kyle."

"It's just a headache.", Kyle said sighing and leaning back on the lockers.

"Maybe you have a fever.", Stan reached out to feel his forehead only to have Kyle shake his head and moving away from his friend's touch. The raven haired teen frowned at his friend, reaching out to him again. "Ky?"

The redhead shook his head again."No. It-It gets worse when people touch me."

"It gets worse when people touch you?"

Kyle nodded. "Yeah. Uh, It makes my head hurt even more, if that's at all possible."

"Well, I still need to check if you have a fever.", Stan said softly. "I'll be gentle. I promise."

Kyle nodded softly, looking a little apprehensive. "Okay. Go ahead."

Stan nodded, reaching out to feel the smaller male's forehead. His fingers were inches away and Kyle closed his eyes, small murmurs already buzzing in his head like a hive of bee's and then-

("Dude what the hell are you guys doing?")

"Seriously. WTF?"

Kyle's eyes shot open and he and Stan both turned to see Kenny and Ike staring at them incredulously. Both teens were eying the unintentional closeness between the redhead and noirette, one eyebrow raised.

("Really guys, in the middle of the hall? Have you no class?"), Kenny asked grinning.

Stan blushed, realizing the closeness between him and Kyle and backed up, hand falling to his side. "I was j-just checking to see if he had a fever. He has a headache."

Ike nodded "Sure you were. Sure you were.", then frowned as he took in his brother's haggard appearance. "Actually Ky, you do look kinda sick."

The Canadian teen moved forward and placed a hand on his brother's forehead before Kyle or Stan could say anything. He frowned again, looking at his brother oddly.

'He's really warm.' "He's really warm. We should get him home."

Stan nodded. "I'll drive him. C'mon."

They began leading him out towards Stan's van, Ike supporting him, one hand on his brothers shoulder. He glanced at his brother, a look of worry on his face.

'Please be okay Ky.'

Kyle looked at him and smiled. 'I'll be fine Ike, it's probably just a bug.'

Ike's eyes widened and he stared down at his older brother, mouth hanging slightly open. Had Kyle just-, no...he couldn't have. But he did. Ike heard his voice...in his head. In his fucking head.

Kyle frowned up at him. "Something wrong Ike?"

The Canadian teen composed himself and shook his head. "Nothing."

But Something was wrong. Kyle.


Sorry it took so long. I wanted it to be perfect. Lol. Please Review and tell me what you think. I value my reader's opinions!