Chapter 2
Butters Stotch

Butters sobbed quietly as he was pushed hard to the ground and kicked in the stomach. He whimpered as he was kicked harder in the back. The bullies above him laughed and taunted him. There were three beating on him and another guarding the boy's bathroom door. Butters was hauled to his feet and pushed against the row of sinks as the three began closing in on him. They cracked their knuckles and smirked.

"C'mon, why don't you sing your faggy little apple song faggot?" The one in the center laughed and struck Butters hard across the face, leaving an angry red mark that would surely bruise come morning and he would be grounded again for "fighting". Butters sobbed louder and held his left cheek as the bullies to the right and left of him grabbed his arms in vice like grips. They dragged him to a stall and kicked the door open and shoving Butters in. He caught himself on the side of the toilet bowl so he wouldn't bash his head in against it. The center bully, or the leader Butters assumes, stepped in with his lackeys behind him.

"Hey!" A shout from outside of the stall caught his attention. "I said you can't go in there!" It was the bully guarding the door.

"And I said I don't care." It was a calm, nearly muffled reply. The bullies in the stall and Butters all stared out as none other than Kenny Fucking McCormick stepped in and up the sink. He turned though and stared at the group in the small, singular stall. The moment his eyes landed on Butters they darkened. "What, pray tell, is going on here?"

One of the brutes laughed, almost nervously. "We're just about to give Stotch a free shower!" Wrong choice of words.

"I don't believe he wants one." Kenny stepped closer to the group. "C'mon Butters I'll walk you back to class." As the blonde went to hurriedly stand, he was pushed back down by one of his attackers shoes.

"Stay right where you are Stotch!" Said boy cowered and that's when all hell broke lose.

It was over quickly and Kenny left the bathroom with his arm around Butters and four groaning teenagers beaten to a pulp of varying degrees behind them.

Least to say, no one ever bothered Butters after word spread.