To Die For
Chapter 4Flash back:After Eric jumped out of the window of his own bedroom, he took a long walk to clear things out, but to mostly do what he loved doing to one of his current friend.
"There was something out there. And whatever it was, I knew it was watching me."
When he got to the porch of the house he had journeyed to, the eight year old smirked as he, with no hesitation, pulled down both his pants and underwear. What he was about to do was something he had been doing for months already, and it satisfied him very much. Take THAT, Kyle, you stupid Jew.
When the boy was done doing his messy business, he immediately pulled his pants and underwear back up, when he thought he heard a noise from behind him. Eric slowly turned around and stared out ahead of him, waiting for whatever it was he heard, come out.
But after a whole minute, nothing had happened, and besides the chirping crickets, it was completely quiet. Eric sighed, and walked down the steps, deciding that even though he was still angry with his mother, that it was time to go back home. But as he started down the street, the boy felt something grab him from behind, and that was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out.
Current time
After Eric finished his story, he looked ahead to see that Butters was sitting in the corner of the room in his own world. "Uh, hello, Butters!"
Butters immediately glanced at him as if it was the first time hearing his voice.
"Butters, were you even listening to me."
"Sorry Eric. I was just deep in thought, that's all."
"You know what Butters, if we're gonna find away out of here, I need you to stop slacking and help me get out of this hellhole."
"Well, maybe there's another key around here some place."
"We looked everywhere!"
"Well, I know that wherever there's a will there's a way."
Eric started to grow even more angry, if that was possible and stood up from his sitting position. "Cut the crap, Butters!" The boy quickly turned around and jumped on the gate, trying every effort he had to get it open, but still, it didn't move. "Get us out of here you butt holes!"
Butters were still quiet as Eric through his tantrum, but the blond-haired kid finally spoke in a soft voice. "I know now. I know how I got here."
Flashback
Butters followed Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Eric around the school building around 7:45 am. "Dude, what's so fun that we're going to be doing?" Stan asked impatiently.
"A..And when are you going to show us what's in the bag?" Butters asked, as the five boys stopped and Eric turned around.
"Ok you guys, we're gonna pull a great prank on Principle Victoria."
The other four boys looked stunned. "What kind of prank, Cartman?" Kyle asked, unsure of the idea."
Eric smirked before reaching into the paper bag and pulled out a can. "We're gonna spray paint all the possible nasty remarks you could think of on her office window."
"What!" they all said together.
"Just think, guys. Nobody has ever pulled a stunt like this before. And nobody will ever suspect it was. The whole school will get a kick out of it. It will be great."
The children were silent for a few seconds when Stan finally spoke. "Yea…yea I like that. Spray-painting the window is something that nobody has ever come up with. So there won't be any idea of who would have done it."
"Yea, lets do it!" Kenny shouted as he put his arms up in the air and already headed for the bag.
"Forget it guys, I'm not going through this again," Kyle said.
The others all looked at him curiously, except for Butters, who just rubbed his hands together and looked to the ground. "Kyle, how could you say that!" Eric asked in amazement.
"Remember when he Toilet papered our art teacher's house. I had to live with that guilt for a long time. I couldn't get any decent sleep!"
"Come on, Kyle, you gotta start growing up and take risks in your life."
"Yea Kyle, don't be such a pussy," Stan said with a small glare, annoyed with his best friend.
"Ok Kyle, pass me a can," Eric said, as if he made the choice for him.
"No, I'm out," he answered as he turned around and walked away.
"Fine, be that way Kyle! Don't have fun in your life!" He was surprise not to hear a remark from him, but continued on his mission and glanced at Butters. "Alright Butters, pass me a blue can."
Butters was still in his rubbing hands position, remaining quiet as the three boys waited for his response.
Eric, who had thought he got the can already, turned back to the boy. "Butters!"
"I…I don't know, fellas."
"Butters, this is a once in a life time thing! We're gonna be famous!"
"Well…how are we gonna be famous if nobody knows it was us?"
Both Stan and Kenny looked at each other, trying to find sense out of that. Although, Eric, who thought it was a stupid question, was sick of the wait, and glared. "Alright Butters. Quit playing around and pass us the paint."
"No!"
"Butters, just throw it over here," Stan said, starting to get impatient also.
"I…I don't think I should." His hands were still rubbing together as his eyes were still on the ground.
"Just do it, Butters," Eric said, "nobody's gonna get hurt."
Butters glanced at the bag and back at his friends.
"This will be you're on chance to do something so big."
"Well…I guess that's truth."
"Great, pass it here," Kenny muffled.
Butters ended up joining in on the plan, and even laughed with his friends after the job was finished. And once the principle found it, they laughed some more. But things suddenly got bad when he arrived back home after school.
"Butters!" Mr. Stotch, the child's fish said, as he came in the house. "We just got off the phone with you're principal!"
"Oh geez," he said softly, forgetting to take his backpack off.
"Butters," Mrs. Stotch said worriedly, "is it truth that you helped your friends spray paint noddy words on the principal's office window?"
The child, as usual, didn't hesitate to be honest. "Well yea. But…it wasn't MY fault."
"Butters," Mr. Stotch replied, "this is one of the most terrible things you have ever done! You made a horrible mistake!"
"That's right, Butters," Mrs. Stotch said, "we raised you better."
"You deserve to be grounded big time!"
"But…but dad! Th…the others told me it would be a great idea. S..Since it would be the only time! I didn't…."
"Butters, go to your room!" the man said with his arm straight up, and pointing to the stairs.
"Aww." The child sadly sat his backpack on the floor, but suddenly ran up the stairs before he could receive any other complaints from his parents. When he got to his room, he quickly closed his door and turned out the lights before jumping on to his bed.
The boy felt his heart going crazy as he turned around on his back. "It's not fair," he muttered. "I didn't even do anything. I always get in trouble…for nothing." That thought made him even angrier. He knew that even when he got bad dreams, he would get grounded from his parents.
Butters glared and glanced at his window. "I don't…want it to happen again. Maybe I should just run away." The eight year old's glare finally disappeared. "Or maybe I should just at least stay at a friend's house for the night. I'll get grounded even more for sure if I stay out too long."
So once Butters was satisfied with his decision, he ran up to his window, pulled it open, and managed to climb down. And once he landed, the child didn't even have a chance to react when he felt a pair of hands grab him. That was all he remembered before he blacked out.
Current time
Before Eric could reply to Butters' story, the two heard a ringing sound, and immediately saw it was coming from the mysterious cell phone. Eric quickly picked it up and answered. "Who the frick is this!"