"Drive." Craig stated. Kenny was more than happy to abide. Petal to the metal as they always say. "Get out of here as fast as you can."

Kenny looked back at Craig who at the moment was being smothered to death by Tweek. "What the hell dude? I'm going as fast as I can."

Craig calmed Tweek down, looking up from the bloody mess of Tweek in his lap he warned, "You're not going to believe me when I tell you this but, there are soldiers out there killing people too."

Kyle sat up and stared at Craig, "Why wouldn't we believe that?"

"They aren't normal. They're super human or something. They shoot at me, but they had guns for arms. GUNS. I'm talkingDouble Star Scorpion rapid fire dude!" Craig's eyes widened in fear and pointed a shaky finger at the front windshield. We all looked, and there in the road was a man. But this wasn't a normal guy. This guy was covered in blood from head to toe, a demonic smile plastered his face as he aimed his gun at us. "HIT THE FLOOR!" we all ducked, except Kenny who was driving full speed ahead towards the shooter, within seconds a hard Thump made us all fall out of our seats.

I was the first to rise, and out side the SUV was this mutated cyborg thing. His eyes were red as fire and glowed like a light blub. They had no irises, no tone, just a glowing red. His face was matted with blood and dirt, little pieces of glass sticking to his dark brown skin. My eyes wide in shock, he licked his lips and in a metallic voice he greeted, "Why hello there children!"

Butters screamed. I ducked down to find my paintball gun on the floor but, the chef/cyborg grabbed my jacket and started to pull me out of my seat. I screamed and thrashed with all my might but, to no avail. All seemed lost, everyone that I could see was knocked out from the impact. But I still tried my best to escape Chef's superhuman grasp.

I had almost given up once Chef pulled me out of the SUV. I knew I was screwed, because no one that I could see was conscious. I fell limp from exhaustion, and awaited my certain demise. Then, a small voice rang out, "Let him go!". I looked up to find the funniest sight in the world, if it wasn't for the fact that I was about to be killed by this freak of science I would have laughed my ass off. On top of the broken SUV stood little Butters Stotch aiming a Ak47 expertly towards us.

Chef turned around and as a maniacal noise came from his metal throat, "Haha and what are you going to do little boy? Shoot me?" he threw me down on the ground and ran towards Butters.

Shots rang out as Butters unloaded his AK47 on Chef, bullet holes forced his insides out his back, along with miscellaneous pieces of metal. Chef fell down to the ground, coughing up blood. Butters jumped off my Hummer and ran over to Chef's body. I walked up to it as well, we both looked down at this monster. Chef smiled, "This isn't over children. I may die but, there are more like me. We have been sent to kill all of you. except one, little Butters here, we aren't allowed to harm him." Butters' eyes widened in shock, I guess we were both thinking the same thing. Why him? but he soon washed the look from his face and aimed the Ak47 at chef's forehead, with one clean shoot Chef's glowing eyes faded and he stopped breathing. Butters had just killed chief, without a second thought. Little. Innocent. Butters.

Butters looked up at me, all seriousness gone from his face. He smiled and laughed, "Well gee Stan! Don't look at me like that. I took JROTC in high school, remember?" he turned and slung the gun over his shoulder.

I ran to catch up to him, "What the hell dude? You just KILLED Chef! And you just laugh, and walk off?"

He cocked his head and stopped to look at me, "Well gee Stan, I just saved ya' from bein' killed by that robot thingy and all ya' can do is ask questions? Well for ya' information, I don't like killin' buy, I don't want anyone to kill my friends. O' corse I feel bad but, I woulda felt worse if ya' had died. Here, it's kill or be killed."

A lot of things were rushing through my mind but, the main one was, Since when was Butters this mature? But I had to hand it to him; he was a great person to have around. Both as a friend and as a fighter. Dude, the guys will never believe this.

Once Butters and I had pulled everyone and our things to safety in the Stotch's basement (which conveniently doubled as a bomb shelter), Butters and I walked around town (killing a few people along the way), to find a car that could fit 7 people in it, and wasn't torn to pieces.

After about an hour of searching we decided to go back and wait till morning to find a way out. Along our way back we ran into Wendy, my ex girlfriend. She was in tears, her jet black hair messy and tangled. Honestly, she looked like shit. I was just going to keep walking but, Butters insisted that we take her back to his house. And after about 10 minutes of persuasion she was walking home with us. I hated her with a burning passion, and it didn't help me any when she clinged to my arm like a starving person to a steak. Thankfully, we hadn't strayed too far from the Stotch residence. So I didn't have to put up with Wendy for a long time.

Once we were inside the house I immediately ran down to the basement to check on Kyle. I opened to basement door and turned on the light. Thankfully everyone was in one piece, only gaining minor injuries from the impact.

As I walked down the stairs I was greeted with a tight hug from Kyle, "Dude! I'm so glad your alive! The last thing I saw before I blacked out was you being pulled out of the car! Oh my god. When we woke up in here I thou-" I pushed my lips to his; he stood there frozen at first, but quickly melted into my grasp. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, we stayed like this for a brief second before Kyle pulled away, "holy shit dude."

AN: Ok, so I'm sorry. A few of you wanted Creek to be first but, I have to make Style first so I can do something sinister in the next chappie. And plus, once I thought about it, Tweek and Craig were JUST introduced and havn't had much of a role yet. So I WILL make Creek. They just need to get more established before I start their pairing. And yes I know that Stan and Kyle's relationship hasen't really had much impact yet, but it will. Trust me. This pairing is very important for the next chappie. X3 Reviews will make more chappies. So if you like, review, and ill continue.