A/N: Quick tidbit here: To those saying the rape was unnecessary, shhh. (No I'm not telling you to quiet your opinions xD It's just everyone that said it wasn't needed was anon so this is a grouped response T_T)

Trust me, it's going to come into play. And if any of you know my stuff, you KNOW that that was not NEARLY as graphic as I usually get :x Just trust your good friend Court. She (sorta) knows what she's doing. /pets you all

Enjoy~ :P

Six hours have passed. Six long, grueling hours of being alone. Being with Cartman's gang. A part of me is marveled with myself; the way that I was able to withstand being thrown around like a toy without completely falling apart.

The other part of me knows better than to do that. Breaking down wasn't going to make anything any easier. I just lied still, trying to ignore the excruciating throbbing that traveled through my system with each brute hit, each thrust. After awhile, I'd pushed myself into another realm of thought, I'd separated myself from what was happening and focused on what could be.

I thought about my parents. How happy they would be to see me when I got home. My mom would make my favorite food; she would practically smother me with love with my dad. Ike would be there with them, doing the same thing. We'd have a brotherly moment, things would seem all right in the world.

Either Stan or Kenny would run over to see me, giving me a major bro-hug for making it back. They would ask questions but assure me I didn't have to answer anything if I didn't want to. I would tell them to forget everything and play some video games with me. We would stay with each other, avoiding the subject until they had to take their leave. They would promise me that they would look out for me if I needed them, that they are always going to be there for me...

But I would tell them that it's not necessary. After they left, Mysterion would come through my window. He would hold me, he would cry with me, he would help me. His heart would beat strongly as he held me. The warm feeling of his lips against mine would be a reminder that he is real, that he loves me...He would put me back together. Even if he didn't beat up the bad guys, he would save me in his own way. He doesn't have to be every kind of hero.

After six hours of envisioning all of this; after so long of telling myself my dreams would come true if I could just stay strong long enough, the beatings finally came to a stop, the men surrounding me finally simmered down. I have to come down from my imagination again.

A part of me doesn't want that.

I open my eyes, seeing three of the guys putting themselves back into their jeans, feeling their warm release trailing down my face and chest. I take a moment to look down, seeing my hands, now tied in front of me. My nails are broken and bleeding, my wrists are completely raw from the scraping of the rope. I close my knees together, falling to my side and pulling them up into myself. More release trails out of me and I shudder.

I glance up, seeing Token, Clyde, Craig, and Kevin staring at me. Their expressions are unreadable; Angry, lost? I can't tell from where I am. My head is far too disoriented. Though my curiosity spikes slightly. I don't remember these four raping me. I don't remember them doing much more than keeping me still and telling me to be quiet. Aside from when Craig punched me in the eye, that is when I elbowed him in the crotch.

I look down the line at them, each of them staring back at me still. My eyes hit Token's on the end of the line and he shakes his head, looking away from me with an angry expression over his face.

A hand tangles in my hair and pulls me up and I hiss. Any movement is nothing but pain right now. I look over, seeing a nameless goon holding me up and breathing over me. "No wonder hero-boy likes you so much," he smirks. "You're a tight little thing, aren't you?"

I scowl, trying to pull away and get my hair out of his grasp. He yanks me closer and laughs lowly. "Ya know, I remember you," he smiles, a gap in his teeth that makes me stare for a moment. "Cartman tried to catch ya not too long ago, huh?" he cackles. "Well your hero gotcha out that time. Where is he now?"

I blink at him before feeling my anger boiling. One of the fuckers from that first night...someone I don't even fucking know that was willing to let Cartman hurt me. "F-fuck you," I spit out. "He's...he's gonna k-kill you. Fucking all of you."

He blinks in surprise before laughing again. "Now ya talk? Jesus Christ, you were a fucking doll the last few hours. Where'd ya find your voice, Pretty-boy?" he taunts, grabbing my chin with a tight grip and shaking my head. I try to pull back but he keeps me in his grip and I shake at his force.

"James, loosen up," Craig mutters, rolling his eyes. "He's already past scared, Jesus."

"Who the flying fuck asked you, Tucker?" he challenges. He pulls me towards his face, taking his other hand and rubbing his thumb through some cum smeared along my cheek. He drags it over my lips and I grit me teeth as he tries to break past them. He smirks, letting go of my hair and grabbing my chin again, pressing in on my cheeks. He forces my mouth open despite my attempts to resist and he sticks his thumb into my mouth, dragging the coated digit over my tongue. I gag slightly at the taste, thrashing around slightly. He loses his grip on my chin and I fiercely slam my teeth down onto his invasive finger. He screams, falling back and taking his finger back with him. I taste blood.

Good.

He looks at his damaged thumb, hearing his little pals laughing at him before he grabs my throat and wrenches me forward again. He strokes my hair back and smirks, breathing angrily. "Think you're a little trooper, don't you, Cutie?"

I would respond but he's pressing against my larynx. I don't let him see my disadvantage, letting him shake me for an answer and not giving him the satisfaction. Our eyes lock, his infuriation to my hate.

I blink before I see a fist flying towards my face. It collides with the side of my head and I fly back onto the floor, groaning softly. He gets to his feet and walks over towards me, kicking my stomach and chest violently. I keep flinching, recoiling into myself as he assaults me time and again. A few tears run out of my eyes and I don't attempt to stop them. He's hurting me. He's making me step into the reality of my situation.

I hate him. I hate all of them.

"James...Dude, stop," Token steps in after a good ten kicks to my abdomen. "I think he gets it."

"Shut the fuck up, Black," James spits at him. "This little fucker needs taught some manners."

"He's not the one kicking people like an idiot," he replies dryly. "Fucking look at him, I think he knows enough of our lessons, don't you?" he gestures down to me. I'm going to guess I look even worse than I feel if he's actually stepping in like this. Which is just a horrifying thought. I feel like my entire body is on fire, my limbs threatening to come off from the sharp pain that's streaming through their nerves.

I'm probably a fucking train wreck.

I tear up at this thought, shrinking down and curling up into a ball. I look up as a shadow falls over me, seeing Craig and Clyde staring down at me intently.

"You alive, Broflovski?" Craig questions.

I just close my eyes and look away from them, trying to stay curled up. It's as safe as I can get right now. Safe is all I want to be.

Someone grabs my bound arms and tears me out of my shape and I look up to see the angry hazel eyes of this James freak again. "What's wrong, Princess?" he asks with a strong drawl of sarcasm. "You need loosened up again?"

My eyes widen at him a bit before I narrow them in rage. "Stop. Touching. Me," I breathe out as evenly as I can muster.

He smirks before he motions to one of the others I don't know, "Todd, get his gag. I'm sick of his pretty little mouth. It ain't useful anymore." We keep staring at each other as his fucking friend comes up and tries to tie another piece of fabric around my mouth. I growl, shaking my head around to escape him before my curls are snared in James' grasp again. The cloth falls tightly around my lips and I narrow my eyes at him dangerously.

I'm going to tell Mysterion about this fuck in particular. We'll see just how fucking cocky he is when the hero is consistently kicking his ass for treating me like this.

"James, back off," Token butts in again. James looks up at him and narrows his eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I fucking said so," he rolls his eyes, bending down next to me. "Come on, Kyle, let's at least get you half-dressed again," he says. I pull my legs up into myself. I don't trust any of these people right now. I don't care what any of their motives are, I don't fucking want them to be touching me. "Come on," he urges, tugging on my leg a few times.

"Oh Jesus Christ," James mutters. He rears his elbow back and slams it into my face. I groan as I fly back and my head slams into the cement. I completely lose my vision, lolling my head around and trying to come back my senses. I feel myself being redressed, being touched. My mind is going insane. I want to move, I want to get the fuck away from the fingers that so casually brush over my thighs and hips. As though they have the fucking right to look at me let alone touch me.

I'm furious. I'm pissed. I'm...I'm hurt. I need help.

I creak my eyes open, seeing the light of the warehouse above me and trying to sniffle but being met with a searing pain instead. I think my nose is broken. Fuck. Hands reach under me and I see that it's Token sitting me back up. James is on his feet, stretching and staring down at me in boredom. I swear to God I feel Token rub my back a bit before he gets to his feet as well. I look down, seeing my jeans back on and secure and gulping in relief. They're done. They're finally done.

The garage door starts opening and I feel my heart lift before Todd or whatever mutters "Good timing." My shoulders sink as the van that they kidnapped me in backs up into the room. Butters hops out of the passenger seat and the others all start filing towards the vehicle. I watch them all in confusion, my eyes narrowing as Cartman steps out as well. They all gather around him and he looks over at me and laughs.

"Did we have fun boys?" he asks loudly.

"Yeah," nods James. "Cept these four barely fucking did anything but tell him to shut the fuck up," he gestures to Token, Clyde, Craig, and Kevin. I blink. That wasn't my imagination then...

Cartman scoffs, "You people are pathetic," he rolls his eyes. "Oh well. Go and we'll meet you there when it's time," he nods. The others all nod back and pile into the van. Butters walks over to me, kneeling down beside me and petting my hair. I growl, flinching from him and he bites his lip.

"I-I'm sorry, Kyle," he whispers. I look into his eyes and I can easily see one thing: He means for more than just touching me. Butters doesn't like anyone to hurt, especially someone he considers his friend. We look at each other for awhile before Cartman starts walking towards us. Butters looks at me with sympathy before backing away.

"Well, well, well," Cartman states. "How the mighty do fall, huh, Jew?"

I growl at him angrily, but he pays it no heed, bending down in front of me and smiling evilly.

"Oh, Kahl," he shakes his head amusedly, looking me up and down. "Just look at you. You're a mess," he pinches my cheek tauntingly. "I never would have guessed, I'll tell ya that much. I honestly thought that they weren't gonna do what I told them to do. At least three of them did," he shrugs. "The other four though...they've been giving me problems since day one."

I narrow my eyes at him. Seems to me like they were following his orders pretty much down to the letter. Kidnap me, torture me...I'm pretty sure I've covered the extensive list this jackass has been leaving them with.

"Course that's what happens with blackmail and threats and all that," he waves dismissively. "Bare minimum of the job description, I tell ya."

My shoulders drop and my eyes widen. This fucker. This motherfucking bastard!

"Oh? You didn't know they weren't here by choice?" he says cheerfully. "Oh Kahl. I'm sure that just tore your little heart apart. You were just lying there wondering 'how could they do this to me? I thought we were friends.' he mocks. "I'm sure all kinds of thoughts were going through that little brain of yours," he pokes my forehead. I recoil back and he laughs at me, staring at me and shaking his head. "Oh, Kahl...This has just been some of the best moments of my life, how about you?"

I start shaking. This is fucking unbelievable. I've always considered him a retard, nothing more than an idiot with a few schemes up his sleeves. But now...now they're working for him. He's completely right, I had no idea what the hell to think when those four were attacking me...but what about the others...I don't know what's going on with them.

Cartman seems to notice my wheels turning, my brain firing in every direction to find my answers and he chuckles. "You see, Kahl, they're a tight group of people," he explains. "Threaten Tweek, Craig falls for it right away. Threaten to post pictures that you happen to have of Clyde and Token getting it on in the locker rooms, they both cave. Then you threaten Tweek with pictures of him and Clyde kissing and hey whaddya know, he's right there with ya, too," he smiles. "And Kevin? Well, he's just a mess when you threaten to tell people about his budding homosexuality. It was between coming with me or being killed by his parents. He took the fun route," he tongues over his teeth. I look up at him, shaking my head slowly. What a fucking...there's not even word to describe him anymore. He's just a fuck. That's all. My eyes flicker to Butters, who's sitting and looking rather upset before looking back up at the fatass. "Him?" Cartman asks. "Oh, well Butters doesn't like his parents or friends threatened," he smirked. "Isn't that right, Butters?" he calls out to the blonde.

"N-no, Sir I don't," he mumbles, playing with his hands.

Cartman looks back and shrugs at me. "James, Todd, and Martin are all people who Mysterion stopped earlier. They wanted revenge. Getting to hurt you was a side bonus. James and Martin are the ones who found you with me the night the cape-freak came into the picture. They just wanted easy cash. Nothin's easier than holding someone still, as you probably figured out from tonight," he grins. I shake and he chuckles, cupping his hand under my chin and forcing me to look up at him. His eyes go half-lidded and he smiles wider. "Oh Kahl, Kahl, Kahl. You've just gone through so much. How does it feel to be you? To be the piece that everyone is looking for? How does it feel to be a victim?" he whispers against me.

My body quakes in unguarded rage. I slam my bound arms up into his chin with an angry, muffled scream. This fucking asshole...I shake heavier as he doesn't even fall back, his head just going back before he brings it back down and looks at me darkly.

"Oh, Kahl? I think you're forgetting something very very important right now," he mutters before forcing me down onto the floor. I try to wriggle up but he leans his weight atop me. No way in Hell I could ever escape that kind of force. He runs his fingers over my cheek as I keep jerking around and he laughs. "I am the one in control right now," he whispers, keeping me down. "I am the one who can kill you. I am the one who's holding the cards. You," he grunts as I continue squirming, grabbing my waist and keeping my torso still, "are my prisoner. You are my pretty little damsel-in-distress. You don't get any say in my game," he whispers threateningly.

My entire body fuels with rage. I am not fucking his. I am not just a little pawn. I am not the queen of the chessboard. This fucker isn't going to get to me. He raped me. He hurt me. He threatened others to get to me and let them hurt me as well.

I'm still not broken.

"Good boy," he murmurs, rubbing his face against my hair. I look over towards Butters. He looks scared. He knows that Cartman wants to hurt me again. He knows I'm in serious danger right now.

So much hatred. So much of it.

I grit my teeth under my gag before bucking my head back as quickly as I can muster, slamming it into Cartman's mouth. He falls back off of me and I wince, rolling away from him as quickly as I can, ending up a few feet away from him. I push myself up onto my knees, watching him as he clamps his hand over his mouth. He pulls his palms away and I watch a stream of red leaking from his lips. I smirk. Good.

He looks up at me with darkness in his eyes and I return the glare. This fucking idiot forgets who the hell I am. I'm not a goddamn little 'princess'. I'm every bit as full-hardened and arrogant of control as he is.

He hasn't won this war just yet.

He straightens up and gets to his feet, walking towards me steadily. I growl, bending slightly and holding my ground. I won't back away. I'm not going to hide anymore. I'm not fucking afraid of him. I'm not letting him see me falling apart. When that happens, I'll be home, with the people who'll be able to help piece me back together. I'm not about to give this asshole any more satisfaction.

He bends down and grabs my biceps and I try punching him away again, slamming my fists against his chest in a furious struggle. He grabs my wrists and throws me back on the ground, holding my arms above my head. I scream at him, kicking my feet up towards him, ignoring the crippling pain that it sends flying throughout my body. He growls, taking a hand off of my arms and grabbing my hair, slamming head down into the ground. He straddles over me in my momentary daze, leaning towards my face and staring me down.

"E-Eric..." Butters stammers. "D-don't now, he's...he's hurtin' enough."

"Shut up, Butters," he murmurs, breathing over me heavily. "You," he states at me, "are mine. You need to fucking figure this out."

I shake my head defiantly. I belong to fucking no one. I don't even belong to Mysterion, let alone to this douchebag.

He growls, pushing me down harder and scowling. "Jew, you need to learn your place," he snarls. I narrow my eyes, quickly bringing a knee up and nailing him in the crotch. He shakes in pain, squeaking out a scream before his face turns more menacing. He slaps my face, going over my busted nose and making my body convulse in pain. His knife is pulled from his pocket and placed over my face. He trails over the other nicks that the others have already given me, tracing down over my throat with a content humming sound.

"Oh Kahl. What pale skin you have," he smirks. "You're like a doll, you know that? You're easily broken to bits, you're easily manipulated, you have no voice of your own," he chuckles. "You live through someone else. Sometimes it's Mysterion, sometimes, it's someone like your parents," he pauses and licks his teeth. "Right now though? You get to be my plaything. And you know how much I disdain sharing my toys," he growls.

The garage door flies open and the noise sends my heart into a frenzy as we all three look over in shock. I stare upside-down through my bruised eyes, making out the vision of a cape. My heart leaps in joy, my fears quickly melting away.

"Fucking step off of him or I will kill you," the familiar gruff voice orders, stepping in through the door. He found me...he found me! I close my eyes a moment, trying to calm my excitement. I'm not out of the woods just yet.

"Why Mysterion," Cartman speaks up, smiling up at him. "What a pleasant surprise this is."

"Enough of the games, Cartman. Give me back Kyle and I won't completely tear you apart."

The fatass chuckles, getting off of me before tearing me up onto my knees and turning me around to face the hero. The movement makes me too dizzy to fight back as I'm pulled into his body and the knife is held to my throat. I watch the hero, my lip trembling. Fuck these people and their goddamn knives...

"What do you want from me, Cartman?" he demands.

"You're awfully hasty to someone who's holding their love against their will," he says, pointedly digging the blade into me. "Especially when if I was being completely true to what I said, Kahl would be dead by now," he lowers his voice. I shake a bit, looking at Mysterion with pleading eyes. "I'm going to say this once and only once: Take off your mask."

"Will you give Kyle back to me if I do?" he asks without hesitation. I shake my head, telling him not to do it.

"I may as well be honest because you can't do anything about it anyway," Cartman states. "No, I'm keeping Kahl. At least until I'm bored with him anyway," he shrugged. "Oh, and my men of course," I can just hear the evil grin in his voice. Mysterion starts shaking with pure anger.

"If I take off my hood, then what will happen?"

"You'll give up...and...go home. And...the city will be mine," he shrugs. "Come on, Mysterion, isn't it obvious?"

"What. About. Kyle?" he spits.

"Oh Kahl?" he tugs his arm around me tighter. "Kahl will stay my prisoner. Because you see, every villain needs some kind of...encouragement to keep the city under their wing. I think that having Kahl as a hostage to constantly threaten and keep under my lines will be perfect. Think about it: a bright young student, about to start his college career? Someone that the town looks to and goes, 'oh, there's a kid who's got a good head on his shoulders,'" he mocks. "I think he'll do just fine. My men seem to like him. A lot," he chuckles, running the knife over my face.

My stomach drops; my heart lurches. Mysterion, help...

"Cartman, this isn't a fucking game," he threatens. "Let Kyle go and stop this or there will be severe consequences."

Cartman breaks into maniac laughter, pulling me in closer. "What the FUCK are you gonna do, Purple-boy?" he chortles. "I have Kahl, you have fucking NOTHING. Are you just gonna stand there and cry about it? No! You're either going to give up now or give up later because you know that I have the one piece of the puzzle that you care about," he taunts. He keeps laughing and I can feel Mysterion's eyes on me as I stare back.

The lardass is right, he doesn't have anything to trade for me...oh god...

I hear a loud thunk and feel Cartman's grip loosen on me slightly. He looks shocked before his eyes fall closed and he falls on top of me. I scream in pure shock, looking up behind him to see Butters with the tripod from their camera clutched in his hands, a look of guilt over his face.

"Aw...aw gee whiz," he bites his lip. "I-I hope he's not dead," he drops the tripod and grips his hair in his fingers. I feel Cartman being pushed up, finding Mysterion trying to get him off of me.

"Grab him," he says to Butters, motioning towards me.

"I-I gotcha, Kyle," Butters licks his lips, grabbing my arms and pulling me out from under the gargantuan moron. Mysterion drops him with a careless thud onto the ground, moving over towards me and diving down in front of me, clasping me in his arms. I let out a shuddery breath of relief, rubbing my face against his shoulder. I sniffle and a few stray sobs escape me before I can stop them.

"Shhh," he says, rubbing my back. "I got you. You're going to be all right. I'm never letting you out of my sight again." This convinces a few tears to worm their way down my cheeks as I tremble.

"Y-ya better go," Butters says worriedly, shaking himself and looking at Cartman.

Mysterion nods, scooping underneath me and hefting me into his arms. He gets back up on his feet and nods again. "Thank you, I won't forget this."

I look at him gratefully and he stares back, reaching forward and pulling the gag down and off my mouth, letting it fall around my neck. My eyes glisten and I try to smile, "T-thank you, Butters," I manage to rasp out.

"It's n-no problem," he insists. "Hurry before he wakes up or the others get back. He'll kill ya both!"

Mysterion doesn't need another word. He turns on his heel quickly bounding away out the door. He runs down the sidewalk, turning down a deserted alleyway and heading back up through towards the woods.

"Don't worry, Kyle," he assures me. "No one will hurt you again," he says, holding me against him tighter. I notice his voice cracking a little and look down at my bounded arms, blinking slowly. He blames himself. I can hear it in his tone.

I look up at his hooded face before leaning against his chest and rubbing my head against him slowly. "I'm sorry," I whisper, sniffling a bit.

"Don't you fucking say that," he says, stopping a moment and looking down on me. "You didn't do anything wrong."

I look back at him, my eyes exhausted but trying to focus on him. He's wrong. If I would've listened, I would still be safe. I would never have gotten hurt. He continues running and I sigh, leaning against him again.

"Thank you for saving me," I say. His timing doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad that I'm away, that I'm in his arms again. He'll keep me protected this time.

"Kyle...fuck, Kyle..." he says, holding me even tighter. I close my eyes and bite my lip. He's blaming himself. He thinks he failed. He thinks that he doesn't deserve my thanking him...

"I love you," I look up at him, my voice crackling emotionally. God, I need him to understand this. I need him to know that he's still all that I really have, that I fucking need him with me right now. I can't do any of this alone; I can't have him telling himself that it's all his fault.

"I love you so much," he says, kissing my head as we break into the woods, sprinting around trees. My heart settles in relief as he says this, my head a flurry of emotions. His jaunty running is killing my sore body, but I feel so warm. I'm away from that fucking cold cement floor. No more of those clammy hands grabbing at me, no one hurting me or violating and humiliating me...I just have the warm form of the man who loves me now. I have what I need to survive; to remain strong. I close my eyes and feel another tear escape me.

I'm slowly falling prey to exhaustion. My body can't withstand much more right now.

"Kyle, stay with me until we're home," he whispers.

"Okay," I mumble back.

"Your parents don't know," he informs me, trying to keep the conversation moving. "They left."

"Oh..."

"Ike is waiting for us," he continues on.

I keep trying to pry my eyelids open, trying desperately to fulfill his request. It's hard. Everything is piling on top of me in this moment. My tiredness, my pain, my shame, my love...everything is just pouring into my head at an overwhelming rate.

"Mysterion?" I whisper to him, my head swimming at this point.

"What, Kyle?" he asks softly. I can see the lights of the neighborhood through my lidded eyes.

"Don't...don't tell me your secret," I mumble.

"Why, Kyle?"

"Because...because..." I really don't know why I'm trying to make this request. But it needs done. "Because I love you," I sniff. "I don't want to get y-you hurt..." I try to open my eyes and look up at him, but my head droops down tiredly.

He comes to a stop, holding me against him. He's silent for a moment before leaning down, kissing my temple. "I won't tell you, Kyle," he whispers. "I promise."

My lips twitch into a satisfied grin before everything finally slows down. My heart keeps beating amongst the feeling of Mysterion's own thudding muscle and I take a deep breath. The sound of his breathing and the summer air finally lulls me off, my fears and anger dissipated, my heart finally at ease; My hero finally at my rescue.

A/N: The end, Kyle's dead.

...just kidding. That'd be such a shit move on my part XD

This is the second version of this chapter. The first version had a lot more Butters and things weren't explained very well so...yeah x_x

Thanks for R&Ring!