A/N: Sorry for the wait. Lots of work and manic depression. You know how it is :

Enjoy!

This is becoming all-too-familiar of a feeling. My head heavy and groggy, my eyes burning from behind my lids as I slowly find myself coming back into consciousness. I move my head around a bit, hearing mumbled and distorted noises from around me. I furrow my brows before I recognize the noises as voices.

I try to raise my arms to rub at my eyes, finding that they're trapped behind me. My mind is swimming with possibilities. Caught in the sheets? Ike's being an asshole?

Ugh. My head is throbbing too much for any kind of coherent thought right now.

"Wake up, Kahlll," I hear.

Cartman. That's Cartman's voice.

Wait.

I groan, creaking my eyes back open with extreme effort. I can see a blob of orange and one of brown across from me.

"What...what's going on?" I mutter, trying to shake off my blurry stupor.

"Wakey, wakey," the voice seems to be closer. I blink several times, squinting and finding Stan and Kenny as the blobs. I look around, finding us in a fairly spacious room. It takes a moment before I recognize it as the warehouse I was being held in earlier. Godfuckingdammit!

"Guys?" I cock my head before looking closer and seeing them both tied and gagged, staring back at me. "Fuck, guys!" I say, trying to lurch forward. I'm stopped short, looking behind me to find myself secured to a long, metal pole. I look to my side, finding Cartman standing there with his arms crossed, a stupid grin overshadowing his smug face.

It takes a moment before everything comes flying back at me in waves. Mysterion left me, I was with those two jackasses, I look over towards Stan and Kenny. And then...then Cartman and his three faceless lackeys attacked us. Fucker knocked us out and apparently brought us here. I look back at Cartman, my teeth bared a bit in my scowl. Fucking asshole! Who the hell does he think he is? The bastard's put me through enough already, why the hell is he still so bent on attacking me?

"Kahl," he smiles, "welcome back to the world of the living."

"Cartman, what do you want from us?" I demand. "Your fight is with Mysterion."

"Eh, partially," he shrugs. "To be honest with you, getting to fight with that freak is kind of just a little sign-on bonus that comes with being a villain."

"Cartman, this isn't a fucking game! You're fucking hurting people!"

"No, no, no, Kahl," he chuckles. "I've only really hurt you." He leans down and I shy back from him and glare as evilly as I can muster. "And I plan on doing it as much as I can," he murmurs. Stan and Kenny start yelling from behind their gags before I hear two separate thunks. I look over, seeing both of them shaking their heads and two masked freaks standing over them with clenched fists.

"Keep it down," one of them orders.

Cartman laughs, getting to his feet and pacing in front of me. I watch him with Stan and Ken before growling again. "Cartman, what the fuck do you want?" I shout.

"Oh, Kahl, you're...you're so delightfully in-tune with this game."

"What game? Cartman, what the hell are you talking about?"

"This whole...being a hostage game," he smirks. "You're so well-attuned for it. I mean, you did it so well for myself and my men. You've downright near perfected the art."

"Stop mocking me," I hiss.

"I'm commemorating you, Kahl. You'll make for an excellent prisoner once I start taking this town over."

"Fuck you," I sneer. "I'm not going to be your fucking prisoner! You can't keep me forever!"

"Oh?" he asks. "Just who's going to save you?" he gestures towards Stan and Kenny. "Mysterion? Huh? Well, lookie here, Kahl! I don't see either one of them flying to your rescue! I haven't seen either one of them outsmarting me and being able to get you back to safety! Kahl, face it, you fell in love with the worst superhero on the market."

"...Aquaman," I mutter.

"Well he's a given," he shrugs. "But then again...," he bends down next to me. "Did Aquaman swear his life to protect you? Vow his love? Only to...take it from you when you needed it the most?" he looks from me over to the two in front of us. "Think about it, Kahl," he murmurs, "Mysterion hurt you much worse than me or my men did. He fucking broke you when we merely bent the surface. You didn't cry until you were with him and he broke your heart. Isn't that right?"

I narrow my eyes. The fucker's right...I look up at my friends, eyeing their heavy expressions before shaking myself slightly. "Cartman, what the fuck are you trying to do? Make me vow to remain yours or something?"

"Maybe."

"Oh God you sick fuck," I groan in disgust. "Fuck you, I'm not yours."

"Actually," he cups my chin. "You are," he chuckles.

I rip my head back from his grip and snarl, "Get over yourself, Fatass. You think you're so fucking smart, don't you? All you've done is kidnapped people. A braindead retard could do that."

"Takes a dumber person to get caught," he raises his brow. "Multiple times especially."

I blush and yell, "Shut the fuck up!"

He snorts, continuing to pace around. "Kahl, you just don't appreciate the beauty in what I'm doing."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demand. "So far all you've done is rape me! Hate to break it to you, but that's not exactly the greatest crime known to humanity."

"No, but it is to you," he smirks. I glower at him and he continues, "Kahl, you know me well enough. What is it that I can't get enough of?"

"Calories."

He kicks me in the stomach and I choke on the air escaping my lungs. I hear Stan and Kenny shouting angrily before Cartman proceeds, "No, Kahl. Power. I fucking love it. Having the feeling of people under your thumb, knowing that you are the one holding their strings and there's not a goddamn thing that they can do about. Oh, Kahl, it's practically orgasmic in its own right."

"What the hell does that have to do with us?" I snap.

"Well, if Mysterion's gone, then the town will feel weaker, Kahl," he explains. "They won't be able to find the means to stand up against me, this stupid town will be mine for the taking!"

"Cartman, you're fucking stupid!" I shout. "If Mysterion is gone then the police will get their asses back into gear and you'll be in more trouble than your retard brain could even begin to comprehend!"

He shakes his head and clucks his tongue. "Oh Kahl, Kahl, Kahl. You're so...naïve."

"What?"

"You don't understand human mentality. When a hero dies, everyone dies. A symbol of power fades away and everyone will feel the effects. The police will fall under the idea that I'm just too powerful to be taken down."

"Not if I tell them that you're nothing but a conniving sack of shit with an ego problem!" I spit.

"Don't see how that'll be possible when you're tied up and gagged and at gunpoint," he rolls his eyes. My stomach sinks lightly at this. He's talking about this like it's a fucking kid's game...

"Cartman," I take a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"I want power, Kahl. I want everyone bowing to my wills and doing as I command. You know me, Jew. You know how much I adore being in control over everyone and everything." I glare at him. He's right. "This whole Mysterion thing was just perfect for me to step up and start working my way towards that goal."

"Well what the fuck is it you want from me?" I demand. "Cartman, I'm not a fucking prince or something! Holding me hostage isn't going to sway people that much!"

"You see, Kahl, that's where you're wrong. I need you for a few reasons," he smiles.

"What?" I shout, my anger flying out of control. I clench my fists from their bound state, looking at Stan and Kenny as they keep their eyes trained on the pacing fatass. I can see them trying to work out of their bindings as well and my eyes spark hopefully before I look back at the brunette.

"You see, as I told one of these fags earlier," he gestures to Stan and Ken, "you're one of the prominent people in this town. People know you, Kahl. They know you're such a 'moral' and 'good' kid. They consider you an innocent by all means. It makes a lot more impact if you kidnap someone like you in their hearts," he chuckles. "Second: Your father."

"What about him?" I blink.

"A lawyer? Come on," he snorts. "Your dad has the magical Jew negotiating powers that I need. If it's you that's at risk, you know that his main objective won't be the law anymore, it'll simply be keeping you safe and getting you out of this alive. He'll work his way through the system, he'll be able to sway people to do things my way in order to make sure that I don't hurt you."

"My dad isn't stupid, Cartman," I growl. "He's not going to just let you get away with everything. He knows that you're full of shit."

He raises his brow at me. "Full of shit am I? Kahl, you're battered, bruised, and raped. You really think I'm just making empty threats?"

...He has me there.

"Then there's just the reason that I want you to myself," he smirks. "Wanted it for a long, long time."

"I'm flattered by your infatuation, you freak," I retort dryly. "But if you''re trying to woo me, you're doing it all wrong."

"Eh, 'woo' isn't the word that I would be going for," he smirks. "Dominate, maybe. But no, I don't intend to snuggle on the couch with you, Jew."

"Good. I'd have to castrate you. Given I'm going to do that already," I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure," he scoffs. "Then there's the most...pertinent reason of them all?"

"Big word for such a small-brained fucktard," I mutter under my breath. Though at this point, I'm not all that convinced of it. He's really thought this through. If things go right with his plans then I'm in a lot of trouble...

He bends down beside me and looks over at Stan and Kenny with a dark grin. "I need for you to tell me which one of them is Mysterion."

My heart lurches. This isn't going to end well...

"Cartman, I don't know which one is him."

"Kahl, don't play stupid. You're smarter than that. You have to know."

I shake my head, "No, Fatass, I have no idea. Otherwise I'd only be angry at one of them."

He gets to his feet again and sighs. "Kahl, enough of this game. Whether or not you've been told, you know which one it is."

"Hey, Stupid, are you deaf?" I blink at him. "I. Don't. Know. I've been trying to figure it out for weeks!"

"I'm getting angry."

"You're getting repetitive."

"Kahl!" he shouts angrily. "Which one is it?"

"I don't know!" I insist. I look over towards the other two and they stare back with desperate eyes. "Cartman, I honestly don't have any idea!"

"You're trying to protect him!"

"Well...yeah, but I also don't know which one that I'm trying to protect!"

"Kahl, if you tell me, no one gets hurt," he glowers. "Those two both just get driven away and dropped off somewhere, no harm done. If you don't give me an answer, we'll fucking kill both of them."

My eyes widen and my body tenses. "W-what?" I whisper. "Cartman, I-I don't know which one!"

Cartman looks up past me for a moment and I feel something narrow and cold press against my head. I turn my head slightly and freeze as I see James holding a pistol to my temple.

He grins, "Hi."

I gulp and shake, hearing Stan and Ken yelling in front of us. I'm in so much trouble. I don't know who's who. I don't know what to do...Cartman could be bluffing. He could kill whoever I say Mysterion is. He could so easily do it. The asshole doesn't have any form of a conscious.

"Now, Kahl, do you understand the severity of the situation?" Cartman asks.

"I..." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I don't know which one it is, Cartman. I can't help you."

He humphs impatiently and James cocks the pistol against my head. I can't stop shaking anymore. I'm fucking terrified, I'm furious, I'm so lost. Why do I always have to be in the center of these messes? Why couldn't it be fucking someone else for once?

"Kahl. You're smart. Think," he growls. "Otherwise they're both going to be shot, do you understand?"

I'm silent and James kicks me violently. "Do you?" he screams.

I cringe, nodding softly.

"Good," Cartman smiles. "Now. Think about it for me, Kahl. Which of these two is our masked hero? Which one is the one that saved you before completely tearing you to shreds? Which one do you hate the most right now?"

Cartman. I hate Cartman the most out of anyone in the world right now.

I look up at Stan and Kenny, both of them are staring back with sad eyes. They both nod softly and my heart sinks.

They're telling me to figure it out.

I...I don't know!

"Kahl, tell me," Cartman demands.

"Why don't you ask them?" I shout.

"Because they'll lie, Kahl. And I know that you won't. You want to protect whoever's innocent in case I go back on my word and do do something to Mysterion. I'm not stupid, contrary to what you keep telling yourself," he scoffs. "I have you on my string, Kahl. You can't get out of this one."

My stomach lurches. He's right. The fatass is completely right...I take a shuddery breath, still feeling the cold of the gun pressed up against my head. I can feel Stan and Ken's eyes on me as I slide my own closed and take a large breath.

I'm in a critical situation right now. I don't want to figure this out. I don't want to know the truth about what's been happening; and I don't want to find anything out this way. I don't know if I can. I've been watching him for so long now, I've been trying for so long to figure out just who it is that stole my heart. This asshole may have been watching me, but he has no idea what's been going on the past months. He thinks that this is a game, that I'm just here to give him answers and to be his fucking little toy...

I cringe as the gun is pressed further against my skull. I told Mysterion not to tell me who he was for this very reason. I told him because I wanted for both of us to be safe. Now the two of us and our friend are all in a lot of danger. I don't know what I can do...

"Kahl..."

"I'm thinking!" I shout angrily.

I have to figure this out. There has to be something that he's said or done...there has to be!

I take a composing breath and think my way through what I know.

He came to me out of nowhere on my birthday. He saved me from Cartman and vowed to protect me from there on out and gave me Mani. Stan and Kenny both gave me presents for my birthday, so that doesn't really narrow anything down.

For a long time, we didn't talk or see each other. He was running around saving the day. Both Ken and Stan were hanging out with me for the time being. All the news footage was from earlier in the day when it was shown. Nothing about them really seemed roughed up aside from typical scratches from Shelley and black eyes from Ken's dad. I'm not that sure of any of those could constitute for any kind of crime-fighting wounds.

Then along came Fatass again, I frown. He told everyone that he was declaring war on Mysterion and South Park. After that...I ran to get Mysterion; to tell him just what was happening. I didn't even know it was between Stan or Ken then, so I didn't try to get in contact with either one of them to see what was going on. I grit my teeth and clench my fists.

"Kahl, I'm getting impatient."

"Unless you want to figure this out yourself, you can fucking wait!" I scream back. I look to the side just in time to see the gun flying back towards me and slamming into my head. I yell in pain and shock, taking shuddery breaths after the impact and feeling my skull throb more violently than before.

I just close my eyes and keep thinking, ignoring my friends' protests from across me. Okay. After that...we didn't see each other. He told me to stay indoors so I did for his sake for about a week. Then Stan and Kenny came to my place...and we talked. We talked and I got angry, so I left and went walking.

I narrow my eyes. Something doesn't add up. A week after. I stayed inside about three weeks after I was initially chased after and Mysterion saved me again that night. Then another week passed. This week; when I was roaming around with my family more freely before I was kidnapped last night.

I look up at the two of them, darting my eyes between them both. They told me that two weeks have gone by since the other was told who Mysterion was. Neither of them gave me any clues, but that is enough to let me know that something just isn't right. I came home that night...they were both on my floor. They were just lying there waiting for me to get back.

Are they lying to me? I stare at them, feeling James poking my head.

"Thinkin' slow enough there, Princess?"

"I know thought is a foreign process to you, Assfuck, but I kinda have to concentrate. So would you mind shutting the fuck up?" I yell. I know that I'm really dancing on thin ice here, but my mind is overwhelmed right now. I'm angry, I'm scared, I'm all over the fucking place.

Cartman stops James from hitting me again, staring down on me intently. He knows I have a thought process going. Unfortunately, I guess he knows me well enough.

"Tell...tell me something, Fatass," I mutter, closing my eyes again. "Five O'clock this morning. Why did you tell him to meet you then?"

He chuckles, "Well, Kahl, it's simple. I take it you of all people were able to think of the location I specified?" The place where it all started for Mysterion...

"Garrison's classroom," I breathe out. "The school's empty, so you set it up for there."

"Very very good, Kahl," he praises. "Now. What did he find?"

"An address. This address," I answer, narrowing my eyes.

"Right. Now, we told him five because we knew that would give him enough time to figure out the clue and then run there way ahead of schedule out of the pure adrenaline of needing to save you. We knew that he would be working with the other one of these two," he gestures towards Ken and Stan, "and that eventually, you would all rendezvous at your house. From there, we knew that it would be nothing but simple to capture all of you and bring you back here so we could play this fun little game. I know you three all-too-well for your own goods," he chuckles.

I guess there's no denying that fact anymore...

His explanation though...it didn't help at all. I was hoping for some kind of clue...

I let my mind flow back to my memories. Mysterion grabbing me and pulling me onto the roof that night. The way he kissed me...and vowed to protect me...I feel my eyes stinging and shake it away. No time for that right now. He kissed me and I vowed to stay home. He came to visit me constantly, as did Stan and Kenny. There were no awkward moments of having the hero and the other both show up there, no kind of time problems or anything of the sort.

Ugh.

After awhile, he came into my room...and we had sex. I blush a bit at the thought. He blindfolded me. I couldn't see anything. His hair was a mess but he wears a heavy hood and runs around all the time. It's not really that big of a shock for it to happen. I try to remember, looking up at Ken and Stan at their hair and shaking my head. I can't figure it out for the life of me. Mysterion's body, his face...I know it by touch. Not by sight. They both have muscle, I can't rule one out against the other on that basis alone.

All right, have to keep thinking.

"Hurry UP, Kahl."

"I'm trying," I sigh exhaustedly. This is taking so much thought...this is stressing me out to the extreme ends of my nerves.

Okay. We had sex. He knocked me out with chloroform...

This little factoid stops me in my tracks.

But...where did he get it? I raise my brow at this. He just walked out and walked back in with it. He didn't have it in the bedroom. I heard him taking off all of his clothes, there was no clunk of a glass jar or a plastic bottle. The chloroform was in my house. So someone planted it there. Cartman said he found the bottle of it before he knocked the three of us out with it...said it was just there in my bathroom...

I blink, looking at the floor in thought before my mind hits a realization. One that makes me jolt from the unexpectedness of it all. I know who Mysterion is.

That crafty, crafty son of a bitch...

I look up slowly at Stan and Ken, my eyes settling on both of the pairs of desperate blue eyes staring back at me. I shake my head slowly at him. He fucking played me so well. He fucking knew everything that would lead me in the wrong directions and would make me hit walls time after time.

I know these two better than anyone else in the world...but one of them is clever. One of them had me on their strings this whole. Fucking. Time.

Cartman chuckles. "Looks like you have our answer, Jewboy."

I just stare at the other two. They're both equally nervous. One is afraid that I'm wrong and may make them the target. The other is afraid that I'm right and will know just which one for sure broke my heart.

"Who is it, Princess?" James asks, pressing the pistol against my head.

Stan and Kenny look back at each other before looking at me and nodding softly.

I gulp, my entire body shaking. What if I am right? What if Cartman kills him? I can't live with that guilt! Regardless of how this bastard treated me, I care about him. Fuck, I know I still love him...I can't just put him on the line like this! My trembling is out of control at this point before Cartman bends down, placing a hand atop my head and staring at me. I don't look back at him, I keep my eyes trained on the others.

"Which one is it, Kahl?"

"You won't hurt him?" I mumble shakily. I know asking him won't do anything about his actions...but I just have to hear it.

"So long as you agree to stay my pretty little prisoner, no. I won't hurt him."

"And your cronies?" I glare away from him. I know Cartman and his loopholes all-too-well.

"No one will hurt him. He'll be driven off and dropped off away from the town just for the sake of not getting back here in time to stop me from taking you were I'm keeping you," he chuckles. "Both of them will. You will stay here with me and you'll take his punishments instead."

This makes my body go rigid...but I figured it would come down to that. I knew that he would play me like this. I bite my lip and shake more, more than terrified to give a name. There's a gun in the room. It can be turned...he can be hurt.

We could all be hurt.

"Take off their gags," Cartman nods. Todd and Martin rip off the guys' gags and they stare at me, licking their lips.

"Not a word," the Fatass warns them. "Let Kahl have his chance to speak first," he grins at me. "Now, Kahl. Give me a name."

The other two look at me and nod again.

"Go ahead," Stan whispers.

"Everything will be okay," Ken adds.

I watch them and nod slowly, "I trust you," I manage to say slowly. They both smile softly at me and I shake more.

"Now...," James urges.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Don't let that gun fire. Don't let a scream be heard...Let Cartman tell the truth for once...

"Well?" the brunette prompts.

I look back up, into the gentle blue eyes of my no-longer mysterious lover.

"...It's Kenny."

Everyone's head shoots over towards the blonde and he stays focused on me, his lips twisting upward into a crooked grin. He knew I knew...he knew it.

Cartman breaks into maniac laughter beside me, standing up and clutching his stomach. "God! Kinny! Really?" he roars. We all three glare at him as he continues on, "I was sooo expecting you to say Stan! Like, I had this huge 'Super Best Butt Buddies' speech ready to go and everything! But Kinny?" he laughs more. "Oh god," he wipes dramatic tears from his eyes. "I...I can't believe it."

"Let them go," I state evenly.

He ignores me, walking over and kneeling down in front of Kenny. "Oh Poor-boy," he shakes his head. "Kinny, Kinny, Kinny."

"What?" he growls.

"Kinny...what the fuck? Seriously? What the living fuck?"

"What's your problem?"

"Really? You...you can barely afford fucking hygiene products and you somehow manage to woo your way into Jewboy's pants? Really?"

"Jealous that you don't have that ability, you fat tub of shit?" he shouts. He's angry. A part of me is smiling at this.

"Oh, Kinny," he shakes his head in laughter and pats his hair. Ken rips his head back away from him sharply and growls again. "Oh why would I be jealous?" he asks, walking back over towards me. He nods at James and the asshole bends down behind me. He grabs my arms and pulls me back and I yelp. I feel the bindings on my wrists being sliced off. I nearly rejoice before Cartman grabs me and drags me over a few feet in front of Kenny, holding my arms steady and making us stare at each other.

"Fucking let him go," he snarls protectively.

"Hah," Cartman huffs out a laugh. "Yeah. No that's not happening. You see, Kinny, you think I'm jealous of you?" he leans down and places his face against mine. I groan in disgust but he holds me steady with firm hands. "I just take what I want. I don't have to go around vowing protection. Kahl just belongs to me by default now."

"Shut up!" he screams.

"I don't see why he'd want you anymore anyhow," he chuckles, taunting him as he holds me. I don't even have anything I can think of to say. I'm scared. I'm really fucking scared. "After all," he continues. "You were the one who said that you were going to protect him. And look at him now!" he displays me in front of him.

"Cartman, let Kyle go," Stan orders. "Regardless of who's Mysterion and who isn't, we will both fucking kill you."

"Stanley, this is a talk between heroes and villains, all right?" he replies in boredom.

"Until two minutes ago, you thought I WAS the hero!" he protests angrily.

"And now we know you're not. Take him to the van and have him wait," Cartman waves him away. Todd reaches down, grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. He slices away the rope around his legs and starts forcing him back and away from us. He watches me and Kenny desperately, trying to break away before I shake my head at him. He's not going to win.

None of us are.

He's pulled out of our sight towards a door around the back and Cartman forces Kenny and I to look at each other once again. He holds my trembling chin steady and Kenny stares at me with the most terrified eyes I've ever seen. He still loves me. There's absolutely no doubt.

"Kinny, look at him," Cartman commands. "Look at this pathetic little Jewrat. Enjoy these last few moments with him. Kinny, he belongs to me now. He pretty much signed the contract himself." I shut my eyes, my body refusing to stop shaking at his words. I'm not his...I'm not!

"Cartman," Kenny takes a deep breath. "What do you want for him? I'll trade whatever the hell you want."

Cartman tilts his head in thought, looking up at the ceiling. "Hmm...anything?"

"Fucking whatever you want," he reemphasizes.

"I...I can't think of anything else I want so much," he chuckles.

"Cartman!" he yells at him. "You can kill me if you want! I'll fucking rob a bank for you or something! You're NOT keeping him!"

"Actuallyyy...I am," he chuckles. "He's essential to my plans, you see."

"There are other kids with lawyer parents in this town," he snarls. "Take one of them!"

"No, no, no, you see. Just Kahl being Kahl is enough for me to keep him." I want to turn around and punch him so much...but my eyes flicker and I see James training the gun on me and Ken. I'm not stupid.

"You know, Kinny...I have to say, I admire you. You got the hero identity, you got the girl," he squeezes my cheeks, "and you didn't die or have to get hurt to have your identity revealed. Given yeah, your little squeeze got hurt but you didn't. Way to break the cliche, my friend," he chuckles. Kenny stares at him with deadly eyes. He's making me nervous with the way he's looking...

"Cartman," he takes a deep breath. "Let. Him. Go."

"No," he replies bluntly. "But tell ya what, I'm in a good mood," he smiles. "Defeated my enemy, claimed my prize...it's been a good morning," he nods with a grin. "So, I'll let you two have some alone time for a few minutes while I round up my men and we start our attack strategies, kay?"

Kenny and I are silent and he chuckles. "Just keep in mind that you can't try to run. One: we have guns for you. And two: we have Marsh. You don't want him to die for you two being dumb, right?" We're still silent before he laughs, "Excellent." He throws me forward into Kenny and I clutch at his sweatshirt instinctively as I fall into him. Cartman laughs again and we watch him walking out of the room.

"Kyle..." Ken breathes, looking at me. I don't look back for a bit, watching James walk out of the warehouse behind the fatass. Once the door shuts I shakily look up into the eyes of my hero for what feels like the first time even though I've seen that bright blue color so many times.

I shake and sniffle softly and he looks at me with such a guilty expression. "Oh God, Kyle...I'm so sorry," he shakes his head. "I...I'm so...I messed up."

I'm not mad at him anymore. I'm scared. I know what happens after this. Cartman takes him from me. I get taken somewhere else. I'm in a lot more trouble than I was last night...that was his warm-up.

"K-Ken..." I stammer, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I sit up on my knees in front of him, slowly reaching my hands up and placing them on his cheeks. This is Mysterion's face. There's absolutely no doubts in my mind anymore. Kenny was him all along. I feel tears running down my face and sob out quietly, trying my hardest to stay collected.

Kenny pushes his face forward and attacks my lips. I nearly recoil in shock before my heart flutters in pure relief and I press back into him, sliding one of my hands back around and through his hair. This isn't Mysterion anymore. I have Kenny now. My mystery is gone...I'm more than happy at this for myself. My brain can rest from questioning it, my heart can stay with one person now.

I shakily pull back for a breath and we rest our foreheads against each other.

"Kyle..." he says slowly. "I...How did you know?"

I lick my lips, staring up into his eyes and smiling. "You...you knocked Stan out with...with the chloroform that night," I whisper. "You had planted it in my house...You pretended to be asleep, but you 'woke up' and talked to me...Stan was completely out. You did it to sneak out and protect me," I sniffle.

He grins back, kissing me softly. "I did say you were the smartest in the class," he murmurs. "I guess that just proves it." I feel more tears springing and he frowns. "Kyle...no matter what...I'll find a way to save you, okay?"

"Kenny...I'm fucking scared," I admit in a terrified whisper. "I...I don't know what he'll do to you or to me...I can't take another night like last night..." I feel more of the warm liquid pouring down my cheeks.

"Kyle, look at me," he says firmly. I stare into his eyes and sniffle until I'm back under control. "No matter what," he restates. "I will be looking for you. And I will find you. I will keep you safe again."

"He's taking you away from me," I gulp. "And...and taking me somewhere else..."

"It doesn't matter," he states. "If I'm awake and alive, I'm looking for you. Never doubt that."

"I won't," I shake my head slowly.

"And Stan will help me," he adds. "The fatass thinks he knows everything but he forgets that I'm not going to stop until I know you're all right." I nod, leaning my head against his chest and nuzzling against it. I can hear the fear in his own voice. He's just as worried as I am about what's going to happen. The door slams back open and I jolt up and we look over towards it as Cartman and James step through again. I huddle into the blonde more closely, not wanting this to happen. I want them away from me. I want the time with my hero that I've been denied for so long.

"Times up, Fags," Cartman calls out. "Go get Kinny and take him to the van," he tells the other.

Myself and Kenny look at each other again and Kenny kisses me deeply, pulling back quickly. "Kyle, I'll find you," he promises. "I love you and I won't fucking let him take you away from me."

"I love you, too, Kenny," I reply, almost amazed at how easily that rolled off my tongue. "I...I'll be waiting..." I gulp. He nods and kisses me again. I hold him closely, feeling James grab him and trying to rip him away from me. I hold onto him a bit longer before the asshole kicks me and I go flying back onto the cement. I look up to find him pushing my lover away from me, his blue eyes looking back into mine as much as possible before he's shoved out the door.

I remain frozen on the ground. It's me and Cartman...I feel so cold. Everything's happening way too fast. I don't know what they're doing with Kenny and Stan. I don't know what's going to happen to us all...I gulp. I know what's going to happen to me, I guess. I've become the bait for the city. I'm the fucking hostage, that's all I am.

My hero is being taken from me with my best friend. All of whom I considered my other friends are against me in Cartman's group or nonexistent in this playing field.

...I'm really alone. I'm in a league all my own in this game.

"Ready, Kahl?" Cartman speaks up. I bite my lip, looking up at the fatassed retard as he grins cheekily at me, holding up a strand of rope that makes my stomach fall into the innards of my toes. He chuckles and lowers his lids slightly, murmuring in a soft tone, "Time to go home."

A/N: Now the fun reviews will stop ;A;

/is depressed over this

This story ain't over yet, kids :3c

Now...HONESTLY, how many of you considered what I gave you to be a clue? I really wanna know xD

Thanks for R&Ring! :D

ps: Sorry, Mimi. I know how much you wanted Style ;A; (I'll link her friggin' awesome guess as to why it would be Style in the next chapter on my tumblr though. I was goddamn impressed x_x)