Author's Note: Okay, So I know that no one actually reviewed this, and I kind of have a policy for at least 1 review to move on to the next chapter, but I think this story has potential. So... yeah. UPDATE! :D
In this chapter Kyle gets *ahem* raped...
You have been warned!
"That's It, I'm leaving. See ya, assholes." Kenny climbed over to the small doorframe of the treehouse, dropping down the ladder. I looked after him, wondering if I should do the same.
"Yeah, I'm gonna..." Stan's voice trailed off like that now a lot, almost finishing his sentences, but not quite. "It's been 3 hours...Cartman isn't...showing." He sounded almost in pain to speak. It killed me to see him in this shape.
After Stan went to his new house and Kenny left, I sighed after about 5 minutes, and climbed down.
Cartman, you asshole. I sighed, feeling the familiar pinch of annoyance in my chest. Although, this time it had a slight trace of worry mixed in.
Where are you? I thought, knowing he couldn't hear me.
I headed onto the sidewalk, walking towards my house.
In order to get to my house, you had to cut through our small central square of our small mountain town.
The town seemed to mature as we did, loosing it's child-like innocence. It had grown, and was almost close to becoming a proper town now.
No one knew the new residents anymore, and people slipped in and out of town all the time, unnoticed.
Some of the times they were travelers, sometimes they stayed.
The town was dirtier, sketchier. No one trusted 8 year olds to run around town nowadays.
Luckily my mom allowed me to, despite putting up a fuss about it.
I kicked a empty soda can, it skidded to a stop in front of an alley. I loved kicking rocks and litter in order to pass the time while walking home. My and Stan used to do it while walking to my house for a sleepover. It was almost like a personal game between us two.
"Whoever can kick it all the way to Kyle's is the winner!" Stan's young voice laughed shrilly.
"Wow, you guys are so childish. We're 11 now, we can't play silly games." Cartman scowled. Kenny shook his head.
"Whatever, you guys are no fun." Stan shook his head, and looked over to me, scooting a rock over towards my foot.
"Um... dude, I kinda agree. I mean, we did that when we were 8, and now we're in 6th grade."
Stan blushed and looked away.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
We walked on in silence.
The memory swam through my mind.
I should have kicked the damn rock. I thought bitterly. Not that it would change anything, I reminded myself. Stan wouldn't still be here if you kicked a stupid rock, asswipe. Neither would Cartman.
A hand clamped over my mouth, interrupting my thoughts.
What the fuck?
"Don't say anything. Or I swear to God, I will shoot." I felt the cold metal on my temple, I'm sure it was glinting in the moonlight.
My heart raced, not really keeping pace with my thoughts.
Oh. my. Fucking. God. My mind screamed. Some maniac is holding a gun to my head. Kick, scream, punch DO SOMETHING. But I couldn't. I couldn't move, aside from trembling.
"Oh, is the little babah scared? Wanna scream about it?" He jabbed the gun farther into my head.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. I know that accent. Only one person I know has that fucking accent.
Oh. My. FUCK.
What the fuck.
All of my thoughts shut down, I couldn't breath.
Why the fuck does Cartman have a gun to my head?
"Now listen, kid. I'm gonna let go, and you ahren't gonnah mahke a sound. Undahstood?" He whispered into my ear. I could smell the cheesy poofs on his breath, wafting into my nose.
I could have turned around, I could have kicked him in the balls, I could have bit his hand. But I didn't. Why?
He let go of my face, keeping me faced towards the brick wall in the alleyway he had dragged me into.
"What should ah do to yew?" He slurred. I smelt something else on his breath... alcohol. "Should I kill yew? Or should ah..." his voiced trailed off. He seemed to think for a while, tapping a finger to his chin.
"Ah got it. I'll have you, just like my father did to me when ah was your age!" He seemed to have deeper accent slipping out from underneath, sounding more like a deranged older man than his teenage boy accent.
My mind reeled, confused. I couldn't think straight.
"You already have me..." I stated, confused as to what he was saying.
He laughed, chuckling in a disturbed way.
"How cute, you're so innocent. I guess you won't be when I'm done, though. You'll be as fucked up as I am." He laughed again, all traces of Cartman's accent gone, replaced by the voice of a deranged man.
I furrowed my brow, still confused.
He moved his hand off of my arm, trailing it down to my pants.
I gasped, and he gave a snort.
I finally got it, understanding what he meant.
Fuck. Cartman's going to rape me. What the fuck is going on? My eyes widened.
He moved his hand over my crotch, unzipping my jeans.
I felt a small twitch in my own member.
He started, surprised. Then he laughed again.
"Oh you're almost as sick as me. Do you actually enjoy this?" He shook his head. "Well we can't have that, can we?"
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling hard.
I gasped once again, grinding my teeth.
Hot tears spilled over my eyes, streaming down my face.
He ripped my jeans down, and I stomped on his foot.
"Ouch! That hurt, you little fuck." He pulled harder on my hair.
He ripped my boxers down, sending a small shiver up my spine. It was freezing out, now that the sun was almost down. I felt the cool breeze on my own member.
He grabbed it, pumping it up and down, but this time I got no pleasure. I gritted my teeth again, tears coming faster than before.
"Whatever. I was trying to help you get it up, but I guess that's not worth it." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
He shoved his finger in my opening, making me emit a small whine.
"SHUT UP." he hissed into my ear.
I closed my mouth, biting my tongue in order to be quiet.
He slid another finger in, making me clench. I tasted the blood in my mouth.
Suddenly he took them out, and let go of my hair, stepping on my pants in order to keep me there.
He spit on his hands, lubricating them up.
Suddenly, I darted away, trying to step out my pants. I failed.
I crashed to the ground, my mouth now bleeding profusely. He growled, squatting down so that I could see his face, menacing and smirking.
Definitely Cartman.
He kicked my nose from an upright position
"Oh you fuck. Now sit still this time, or I'll kick your teeth in. Besides, it's not like you're gonna escape , kid." He finished with his member. "You're lucky I'm lubing it up, otherwise it would hurt worse."
He grabbed me from underneath, pulling me to all fours. My tears splashed the cement below, mixed in with my blood.
He slowly got in position. He grabbed my ass, smacking it with the other hand. I gasped.
Without warning, I felt him push into me. He was shallow at first, then sped up.
Oh god it hurt. Oh GOD it fucking hurt.
He moaned a while, and grabbed my own hanging member, giving it a small squeeze.
After what seemed like hours to me, but probably was only a minute or so, he came deep inside me. His semen mixed with my blood, leaking out from my opening.
He got up and wiped himself off, zipped up his pants, and cleaned himself up.
He started to walk away, but stopped on the way out. He leaned down to my face, lifting it up to his eyes.
Underneath Cartman's face I could almost make out other facial features... A nose that wasn't his, and eyes of a different color.
"Remember me, sweetheart." He smirked "Remember me as the man who fucked up your childhood, who fucked your fragile little mind up. Remember me the way that I remember my father, as the evil in your life." He laughed again, then let my head go to slap against the cement.
All I remember from then on was a boot swinging towards my face, and then blackness.
I'm so sorry you had to read that piece of crap. :P
So, I tried to put in little hints of something not being right in this. Hopefully you caught them, if not, you should probably get your IQ checked.
Also, I've never written about rape before, so please do flame all you want.
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Here's some dialogue:
Stan – Tango tango! I'm in position.
Kyle- Copy tango. Clear vantage point?
(guys i'm so freaking excited for the new episode! :D )