Uh so I know that I've been gone for like 8 years, but, I'm going to try and finish this story, and then probably rewrite it once I'm done cause I honesty just don't like any of it anymore. So yeah, I already wrote the next chapter and it'll probably be up sometime in the next couple of days. I'll also be updating Munchhausen soon too if anyone follows that. Uhhh, yeah, thats kinda it.
"Hey, Ky!" Kyle turned around as he heard the familiar nasally voice behind him.
"Oh, hey Clyde," he smiled politely. "What's up?" Clyde approached him and lazily leaned against the lockers. Craig followed silently behind; a vacant expression in his eyes.
"Craig and I were just heading home . . . wanna walk with us?" he flashed him a bright, charming smile. Kyle averted his gaze and shut his locker.
"Uhm, I usually walk home with Kenny," he said matter-of-factly. It wasn't that he didn't like Clyde, it just wasn't often that football players and their stoner best friends wanted to spend time with him. He turned around to face them, a bit unnerved by the unusual intensity of Craig's stoic stare.
"Kenny already left school with Cartman," Clyde shrugged, "and Stan has baseball practice today. We thought you could use some company?" he offered again, putting an arm around Kyle's shoulders, making him tense. "You haven't been here very long, right? You could get lost."
"Why? Don't you have practice too? I know my way home." He didn't want to outright accuse Clyde of lying, but . . . the whole situation didn't make any sense to him. He'd been at South Park for over a month now, and not once had Clyde or Craig taken any excessive interest in him.
"Nah, I hurt my leg last week, so coach says no sports for me. What do ya say, Kyle?" He looked down at the smaller redhead, smiling his same charming smile, and tightened the grip on his shoulder.
"I guess we can walk home together, at least for today," Kyle struggled for an excuse to say no but came up empty. He sensed no immediate danger from walking home with the two brunettes, so he shrugged off his worries as 'irrational' and smiled faintly up at Clyde.
"Hey, that's great!" Clyde patted Kyle on the back a bit too roughly, making him wince. "Let's go through the north entrance, it'll be less crowded there." Craig nodded in agreement, but remained as silent as before.
As the three began there walk home something nagged at the back of Kyle's mind; Kenny had always been the big brotherly type, why would he just abandon his foster brother at school without so much as a text? He became eerily aware of how Clyde and Craig had both managed to flank him and were practically herding the redhead out the door.
The exited the school without a problem, but as they crossed the parking lot – Clyde leading the way – Kyle became more and more aware of Craig's almost hawk-like observation of those around him. He watched the sparse amount of students in the north parking lot and nodded to a few, who quickly scampered off, as if afraid.
"I think it's safe now," Craig finally spoke up, withdrawing his hands from his hoodie pockets. Clyde shot back an angry glare.
"Dude, he's right there." Kyle paled; those words couldn't mean anything positive for him. He narrowly avoided a swipe from Clyde and ducked underneath his arm, taking off fast towards the direction of his home.
"Come back here!" shouted Clyde, his once calm and friendly voice taking on a sinister edge. The two boys tore off after Kyle, he could hear them running steadily behind him. A feeling of dread welled up in Kyle's heart, he was weak and out of shape whereas Clyde was a football player and a top athlete at their school. He would not be able to outrun him.
He made an impromptu decision and darted off to the left and into the wooded area behind the school, hoping to lose his pursuer's in the crowd of thick trees. He leapt over a fallen log and stumbled on the uneven ground, but quickly righted himself. He could only hear one set of footsteps enter the forest behind him and hoped that Craig had either run out of energy, or had given up completely. For once in his life Kyle was grateful that Craig was a half-assed stoner kid.
He continued running for another couple of minutes but Clyde was still quick on his heels, only occasionally stumbling over rocks and other obstacles in his path to the little redhead. Kyle only grew weaker as every second passed and finally made the decision to stop running.
He panted loudly and dove into a large outcropping of overgrown shrubs, crawling on his elbows into the middle of the pile. He buried his head in his arms and listened carefully for the sound of footsteps, trying to silence his hoarse breathing.
He saw a pair of white sneakers stand in front of the bush, but no sounds could be heard. He tensed up and almost breathed a sigh of relief when the feet started to back away.
Suddenly he shrieked as he felt hands grab at his legs and yank him out from his hiding place. Kyle tried to kick but within seconds he was on his back with Craig on top of him, digging sharp nails into his arms.
