Sorry for being a week late, was busy last week and it slipped my mind. But here it is, a continuation of the cliffhanger, enjoy.
"Stan? Stan!" Kyle gripped his phone tighter as he yelled into his phone, trying to get a response from his boyfriend who was abruptly cut off, he heard the phone fall and what sounded like a struggle. He bolted towards the large house, throwing open the door, not acknowledging the people he bumped into, "Stan?! Stan!"
His head jerked to every corner of the room, only seeing those who were not his boyfriend. He said he was in the back, so the backyard! He shoved people out of the way, ignoring their protests or drunken words of annoyance. What was going on? What happened to Stan? And why are there so many damn people in the way?!
He finally shoved his way towards the backdoor and threw it open, "STAN!"
His sea-green eyes darted all over the year, it was huge but there were no signs of the goth, he stepped forward only to feel something under his foot. Looking down, his eyes widen as he saw Stan's phone on the ground. He quickly scooped it up and scanned the area again and yielded n results. Fear gripped his heart like a cool metal claw, where was he?!
He rushed back in. Yelling Stan's name, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as the music blasted louder than his voice. His heart was racing, where was he?!
He could feel himself start to shake, but he couldn't focus on that now, Stan was in trouble, he didn't know what? He jerked when he felt a hand press against his shoulder, spinning on his heels to see who touched him, only to see bright blue eyes and an orange parka. "Woah now, easy Kylie, what's wrong?"
Kyle's eyes darted around, "I can't find Stan!"
Kenny gave the other a confused look, "I mean I'm sure he's here around here some-"
"No, someone took him!" Kenny looked at him with wide eyes, "What?"
"I was on the phone with him, when he was cut off, and there sounded like a struggle, and I went and I found his phone in the backyard on the ground!" Kyle held up Stan's phone to show, yelling with frantic nerves. Kenny placed his hands on Kyle's shoulders, keeping his feet planted on the ground and stilling some of his shakings.
"Hey, you need to breathe. You won't be able to find him like this."
"But-!"
"In!"
Kyle stared for a moment before following the blonde's instruction and holding it.
"Out."
The redhead breathed out.
"And in."
He did it again.
"And out."
He continued to follow Kenny's instructions until his head was no longer swimming and his heart wasn't hammering in his chest. "Are you good now?" Kyle nodded. "Good, now do you have any idea where he could have gone or who would take him and why?"
The redhead shook his head, his hands gripping Stan's phone. Who would take Stan?
"Hey did you hear? Rumor has it that there's gonna be a meeting of that cult tonight."
Kyle's head jerked to see two freshmen huddled in a corner whispering to each other, that cult again.
"Dude where do you get this shit from? You know it's made up."
"No for real! Where do you think all of those missing people go?"
"Okay...say it is real, where is this so-called cult meeting tonight?"
"The woods heading out of town, the small one half a mile out."
"Uh huh, what else, is that Cartman guy the leader too?"
"Have you heard what the guy has done?!"
Kyle stared at the two, Kenny's eyes also on the teens. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
The redhead gripped the phone tighter in his hand, "Yeah..." he turned towards Kenny, "Got a ride?"
"Like hell, you're going alone." The blond retorted with a grin.
"I'm heading on, you tell your boyfriend," he then bolted to the door, shoving Stan's phone into his pocket.
"Kyle!"
As quick as he could the redhead hopped onto his bike and shot off towards the familiar road.
A sharp slap aroused him from his sleep. He winced and hissed at the pain, slowly he opened his eyes and came face to face with Red. "Finally. You're awake."
"Red?"
Another slap. "Jesus fuck!"
"Hurts?" She slapped him again, "Good."
Stan glared at the redhead, his face now stinging like a mother fucker thanks to her. He went to move only to find that he couldn't, feeling something rough and course rub against his writs that were tied behind his back. He blinked as he jerked his tied limbs, "The hell?"
He fought against the restraints, the rope scratching at his wrists, "What's going on!?"
She responded with a hum and a smirk on her face, "Don't worry...it'll all be over soon."
The sound of a door slamming into a wall echoed in what Stan now realized was a small shed. Rusted tools hung on the walls, but there was trash and rope scatted on the dirt floor and a small light that held a single lightbulb lighting the place. Stan glanced over at the door, his eyes widening only to narrow at the sight.
"Cartman!" He spat out.
The overweight teen dressed in red laughed, "Hello Stan, enjoying your stay?"
"The hell are you wanting fatass!"
"Many things Stan. Many things. And you are about to help me." He looked over at Red, "It's time."
Red nodded, grabbing Stan's tied arms, forcing him up and out of the chair, pulling him out the door behind Cartman. Stan dug his heels into the dirt, trying to stifle the movement, but his head was killing him and his limbs felt weak, despite his protests, "Stop! Let me go damn it!"
They arrived not too far, a group of people in hooded red robes surrounding a hole, each holding a candle. Was this the cult?!
Stan struggled harder, only for Red to continuously jerk him forward, making him stumble but she kept him from falling. She pulled him close to the edge, a slight push and he'd be over it. Stan's eyes were wide as his breathing was rapid, eyes darting all around at the people in hoods didn't react.
"My followers! Tonight we bring another sacrifice, another sacrifice that will make our town thrive by ridding of the undesirables!" Cartman announced on the other side of the hold holding a book as he paced.
The hooded people cheered.
"Now let us check on the previous ones, and give thanks for their sacrifices. Especially to our last, Heidi Turner" the now cult-leader teen stated as he pulled out a large stick and lit the end wrapped in paper on fire, dropping it into the hole, and it was deep, but what the fire showed made Stan's blood freeze. There were several people in the hole, many he didn't even know, but he recognized two, Butters and Heidi.
He was behind, he was behind all of it!
"Heidi!" Red screamed as she looked into the hole, her friend's decomposing corpse could be seen on top, the most recent sacrifice. Her grip tightened on Stan's arm, "You fucker! You said Stan made her run away. You killed her!"
Cartman rolled his eyes, "It was necessary. Push him in!"
Red released her hold on Stan, "Fuck off! You lied to me just to do your dirty work!"
The narcissistic teen sighed, "Always the hard way, get them!"
The closest hooded figures moved to grab them, both stepping away, only for a revving sound to be heard, making them pause as it got closer, followed by a bright light. When a dirtbike burst out of the bushes and landed not too far off from the two backing teens. "Stan!"
Said goth watched the bike and saw his boyfriend hop off, carrying a metal pipe, he felt so relieved, "Kyle!"
The redheaded teen ran forward and got in front of the two, separating them from the hooded people, "You okay?"
"More trauma to deal with later, but yeah."
Kyle nodded, but before he could say anything there was a familiar-sounding shout, "Don't just stand there! Get them!"
The hooded figures that were frozen at the sudden appearance surged forward, the closest one was met with a face full of metal as the pipe, he was carrying connected to the person's face. Then came the next and the next, but he continued to back away, urging the ones behind him to do the same, only to find themselves surrounded.
Kyle panted as he glared through the crowd and at the confirmed ringleader, "Yous a real fuckin' sicko! You know that!" His jersey accent slipped through.
Cartman didn't respond, he only laughed, he was about to say something, only for a new revving sound to scream through the air, it was louder and the lights that came with it were brighter. A car burst through the opening, hitting someone in the process. It was Kenny's busted-up Sedan, and through the window, he could see Kenny and Clyde, with the brunet holding on for dear life and the blond grinning like mad.
When the car came to a screeching halt the two stepped out, Clyde with a bat and Kenny with a crowbar, "So this is South Park's infamous cult!" Kenny shouted as he slammed the door shut, "Gotta say, something ran by fat fuck over there, I'm disappointed."
Cartman growled, "Why do all these damn hippies keep showing up! Stop standing there! Get them or else South Park will lay into ruin!"
Clyde, although his body showed hesitation and fear, and honestly who wouldn't, he took the first swing at someone who broke from the circle surrounding the three teens, knocking the person out and a few teeth could be seen flying from the impact.
All hell broke loose as the circle split and Clyde, Kenny, and Kyle swung and beat the cultist, Red brought out a hand knife, cutting Stan's rope and then slicing someone who got close. Stan pulled out his own pocket knife, wielding it to keep them away. Somehow, they don't know when, or how, but Firkle and Ike hopped out of some bushes on the other side of the clearing, both with knives as they helped aid in the fight.
"Ike! Firkle!? What the fuck?!"
"Less talky, more stabby!" Firkle sapped as he shanked someone wielding a knife, it wasn't in a fatal spot...maybe.
After a while, the people that were not knocked out, ran away limping and screaming. Pathetic, beaten by teens with weapons. Only leaving them, with the cult's ring leader.
Kyle's sea-green eyes practically glowed with rage in the moonlight as he stalked closer to the revealed cult leader, knife in hand. "You gots' a lotta' fuckin' nerve pullin' this shit...kidnappin' my boyfriend...killin' people!"
Cartman tripped over a root as he was backing away from the approaching pissed teen, falling on his ass. Kyle was about to tower over him when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder, glancing over he saw Kenny who gave him a look and motioned his head towards the rest of the group. Kyle blinked, Stan needed him. He could deal with this fucker later.
"I got this, go to him."
The redhead nodded and darted over to Stan who looked like he could hardly stand as he still clutched the knife in his hand, his whole body shaking. "Stan!"
The goth looked over and saw Kyle, relief flooded his face as he dropped the knife and collapsed into Kyle's arms when they wrapped around him. He clutched onto the back of his shirt tightly, afraid to let go. "You're here..."
"Of course, I was so worried!" Kyle's hug tightened on the goth, afraid to lose him, "But it's okay. It's over."
Everything then hit Stan all at once as tears pooled into his eyes, he fully digested that he almost died. Yes, he has had close calls in the past, but this felt so much closer, so much more real. Not to forget the pile of corpses on the bottom, Butters, Heidi, and so many others he didn't know. He was almost added to the pile of those that were forgotten. A sob escaped him as his legs couldn't hold his weight anymore. God, he was so scared.
Kyle's lips were right by his ears as he eased the both of them onto the dirt floor, shushing him in comfort as he stroked his hair and rubbed circles on his back, "It's okay, I got you. I got you."
The rest of the teens, sans Kenny who could be heard yelling followed by screams that could be heard in the background, surrounded the couple, with Firkle and Ike sitting next to them, Clyde standing by and patting Kyle's back, and Red standing a bit of a way off. Frowning with guilt in her eyes as she glanced at the two before looking away.
"I got you, and I'm never gonna let you go."
So this has been a long time coming, the cult stuff I mean, and yes sadly Butters had to be killed despite being one of my favorites, but blame my friend for that. Some people may have noticed the small hints, maybe not, but this was fun, however, this is still not the end of the story. There is the aftermath after all. Hope you guys liked it or were at least satisfied with this bit, tell me what you think.