A/N: what the fuck. This chapter is so fucked up. It's got more killing, more finding, more really random fucked up crimes. Yay.

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Butters stopped the car in front of one more place. His now maniac face grinned up through the rain and blood splattered window of Chef's car at the elementary school. He only wanted one person in there dead, and actually did want it. Finally he shut the door of the green car, his feet in a mud puddle, small puff of hair plastered to his forehead with blood and rain water. As he dug the knife out of his coat pocket, he started towards the entrance.

Inside, two janitors mopped the hallways in an almost cheery way, erasing the muddy footprints off of the tile floor. They never noticed Butters, who had taken a bit of time to look at the lockers, memories flooding through his fogged mind. A certain locker had the word "SLUT" running vertically down it, taking up all of the space on its mucky gray surface. Hadn't that one been…? Another, one he remembered, for it had been his own, was scribbled on horribly, in everything from permanent marker to colored pencils. Illegible words on it may have said something like 'fag,' or 'fuck you,' although Butters had never bothered trying to find out.

Suddenly he snapped his sights back on the janitors, still cleaning busily, headphones blaring country songs into ears that didn't care anyway. The one closest to him got it first.

Because of his short stature, Butters had to try and mortally wound the taller man in an easy way. Since the man, whose overall appearance was similar to that of Mario, was slouched over the mop, Butters shoved the knife into the spot where the man's fat chin met his even fatter neck. He heard a crack, and knew the knife was long enough to go all the way through his brain stem, as the edge was sticking out of the back of his massive neck to greet Butters. When he tried to pull it out, he couldn't. Still, he refused to let go of the handle, even as the janitor toppled over and into the mop bucket, dragging the teenager with him.

"What the hell are you doing?" The other janitor, a woman, asked, horrified. She clutched the mop like it would save her, and might have, if she had kept hold of it.

Butters leapt to his feet, grabbing 'Mario's' mop as he did so. The woman screeched, dropping her own. Before the handle even hit the floor, another crack rang through the hall as a thin, smooth piece of wood broke over the side of her head. Butters didn't bother to wait for her to drop. He turned again, practically diving to the man. He tugged and strained on the knife, but it wouldn't budge.

A second later he began sawing with it, feeling its sharp side slicing through the muscled neck of the giant man. A minute later Butters held up the knife as he stared down at the crudely decapitated man. The wide shoulders sloped into a big neck that ended not in a mustached face but a mass chaos of tiny bent bones, lumpy bits of skin and muscle, and blood that still flooded abundantly from it all.

With the knife, he crawled over to the woman. She lay before him, either unconscious or faking it. To find out, Butters pressed one sharp face of the knife against her throat. Slowly but surely she opened her eyes, which were such a light gray they could have been mistaken for her eye's whites from far away.

Butters grinned down, his eyes matching hers almost exactly, as he pushed the knife deeper into her pale skin, choking her but not cutting her…yet.

"G-good. You're up."

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Butters got up from the tile hallway and walked to a certain classroom. Behind him, two dead bodies huddled together in front of the double doors like a gruesome welcome matt.

The school was small, so tiny that he still knew where he was going, even after not stepping foot inside it for years. He stopped, peering into the window of a classroom. Two figures, traced in shadows, moved rapidly against a desk. He knew what they were doing.

As quietly as possible, he opened that door, stepping back into that classroom. The classroom that everyone wanted to leave from, the classroom they had been in for a million years and hadn't learned anything.

Tiptoeing over, he wrinkled his nose up at the two. He stopped behind them, knife prepared. Aiming it at Mr. Garrison's head, he pulled back and let it fall down against the back of his head.

"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Slave yelled as his boyfriend fell down against him. The same fate befell him before Butters left that room.

Out in the hall he saw the green blur that was Chef's car and felt guilty. Once he got outside he decided to leave it there, and ran away from it, across the street.

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"We're here!" Wendy exclaimed, jumping up and almost over Stan to get to the bus window.

The line of busses pulled into the parking lot, then opened their doors at the same time. A mad rush of bodies moshed together, each one looking for another. Kyle saw his mother's bright red beehive hairdo, and no doubt she could see his, for the two started towards each other.

"Wait up!" Stan demanded, following Kyle, along with Kenny and Wendy. A minute of shoving through people later, they finally made it to Kyle's parents.

"Boys! Just why were we picked up by that horrible Crabtree woman?" Sheila asked, hugging Kyle with one arm and Ike with the other as she glowered at Stan.

"Butters. He's gone mad! We saw him!" Wendy told Kyle's mom as she looked through the crowd for her own parents.

"Stan!" Shelley grunted, running towards him. "Where'd Mom and Dad go?"

"I don't know…"

"Shit… Stan…" Shelley pinched his arm angrily as she looked around, panicked. When she didn't see them she grew angry. "You are such a stupid turd!" She took a fistful of his shirt, pulling him threateningly close to her. "They better be OK, Turd…"

Stan gulped. "Uh… they will." Shelley seemed less menacing without the unattractive metal head gear she'd always worn. Now she was just a bitch, not an ugly bitch.

"They better be…" Reluctantly she retracted her hand and steered it up to flip the water off of her shiny brown hair. Sheila watched her with a vague look of disapproval as she kept her arm up and around Kyle's shoulder, making him stoop down under its weight.

"Well, we'll never find them unless we go inside." Stan led the small group through the many other people, then they all crowded in the doors. After directing the others to the gym, Stan rushed into the office, hoping to find the PA system.

"Why, hello, are you the boy who drove your entire town here to avoid being massacres?" The school secretary asked, lowering her glasses at him.

"Yeah, can you announce for everyone to go inside?"

"Sure, hon." The woman picked up the phone beside her, dialed a number, and announce over the intercom, "Everyone, please report to the gym. South Park residents, please go to the gym." Setting it down, she looked back up at Stan. "Anything else, hon? You look like you could use some candy." She pulled open a drawer of her desk and handed him a bag of fun size Snickers bars. "Be sure to share, hon."

"Thanks, Mrs., umm.."

"Just call me Polly, Sweetheart. Now take this megaphone and go address the crowd." She smiled tightly at his retreating back, thinking impure thoughts about him.

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"Whoa… B-busses… this l-late?" Butters muttered to himself as a row of eight busses snailed past the house he was in. The house that he had wandered into randomly, the people he had killed for no reason that lived in that house, the-

He refused to think about it. "I wonder w-where they're goin'?"

"To get away from you," a small voice coughed from behind him, startling him out of the thoughts he was trying not to think.

Quickly turning to see who the little voice belonged to, Butters readied the knife he's used to kill that couple staying in that house. An undersized girl stared up at him from where she kneeled over her mother's dead body.

"You're a bad mister!" Her eyes filled with tears that never spilled down her rosy cheeks. Instead, Butters was the one who was bawling.

"I'm s-sorry! P-please, forgive me…" He sniffed, trying his hardest to grin down at the girl. "What's your name? I'm B-Butters."

"My name is Loren. Why?"

"Huh-how old are you, L-Loren?"

"Five… Why, mister, why?" Butters' heart melted for her, glaring, confused, up at him with those big green eyes.

"I don't know, L-Loren. I don't…" Butters grimaced out the window, avoiding contact with her haunting eyes. "Loren, c-can you go back to bed for me? Please?"

"Mister, I-"

"Just do it!" Butters yelled.

"Ok, mister…. Ok…" The little girl backed up her steps, never taking her eyes off of Butters.

He waited until the girl was out of sight to drop down on her couch, crying. "Sweet Jesus! I f-fucked everythin' up!" Soon, though, he regained his composure. The two bodies laying on the floor he quickly dragged outside, then hopped into the family's brand new suburban. Starting it up, he vowed to follow the busses.

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"Ok, everyone," Stan addressed the huge crowd scattered over the pull-out bleachers of the gym. "We should be safe here, but we all need to stay in this extremely cramped gym to keep track of everybody. Find something to do to pass the time. Right now it's about 7:30, and we're planning on staying here all night."

Stan started towards the bleachers, then made his way up to Kyle, signaling to the others that they could all do as they pleased. A janitor shut all the lights off, just as a safety precaution, and they were all bathed in darkness, with hallway lights casting odd shadows.

"Stan," Wendy whispered sexily, pulling him down into her lap as he stepped past her. "Are you going to do me soon? You know how much I hate waiting…" She started unbuttoning her light purple blouse.

"Wendy! Goddamn it, how can you be thinking about sex at a time like this?" Stan kept on heading up the bleachers to Kyle.

"Wait! Stan, I swear, if we die virgins, it's not my fault!"

"My, Stanley, I didn't know your girlfriend pressured you so much for sex!" Stan's mom said, horrified. "Maybe you should break up with her, that is, if you feel pressured."

"No, just annoyed." Stan sat in between Kyle and Kenny's shaken girlfriend, handing Kyle the bag of Snickers as he did so.

"…I… didn't know what I could do! I'm sorry I didn't stay around; I couldn't!" She sobbed almost incoherently. To Stan's surprise, Kenny was actually trying to comfort her, instead of being indifferent to her like he was with most other girlfriends. He was very pale, although the lighting may have made him look that way, and he had his arms wrapped around the girls shoulders, which shook violently with every gasping breath she took.

"What happened?" Stan asked Kenny, putting an understanding hand on his back, then flinching as his hand hit the smaller teen's spine. Kenny only stared back at him, evidently shocked into dumbness. Stan turned back to Kyle, who watched the three of them with sympathy. "What happened?"

"Butters killed Kenny's parents. I don't know why; Butters seemed to like Kenny a lot, but I guess he really has lost it…"

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This chappy was fairly short, so the next one will be twice as long. This one was a transition chappy. Those always suck.