This chapter belongs to Kyle and something major is going to go down. And I mean HUGE.

I'm sorry in advance for how long this chapter took to get out. This one in particular was really hard to write, and they're not going to get any better soon. I would like to remind you again to please not bug me about updating. I have a lot going on and this story in particular is very hard to write for various reasons.

TRIGGER/SPOLIER WARNING: There is a rape scene near the end of this chapter, so if this upsets you, skip the part at Cartman's house.

Chapter 15 – Kyle

Even though the dance at the school was happening the next night, Kyle couldn't focus on it. Not with so many missing kids. Not with so many of his class mates and friends gone. He couldn't believe that the school even wanted to put on this stupid dance. What was the point? So teens and pre-teens could get together and remember that eight kids had been kidnapped and were unlikely to be seen again? Yeah, smart move right there.

Then there were Kyle's own personal feelings. Even if this whole kidnapping thing wasn't happening, he didn't know if he would want to attend. Seeing Stan dancing with Wendy would've been too much for him, but seeing Stan destroyed about not being able to dance with Wendy because he has no idea where she is was quite possibly even worse. He really hoped Stan and Cartman wouldn't want to go to this.

There was a knock on the bedroom door and Kyle turned to see Stan enter. The black haired boy gave him a small smile.

"Hey," he greeted, "Your mom let me in." He went over and sat down on the bed next to Kyle. "How are you doing?"

"About as well as I've ever been," Kyle muttered, "I can't believe the school is still throwing that stupid dance. It feels a little insensitive, you know?"

"Yeah," Stan replied awkwardly. Kyle looked at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Stan sighed.

"Cartman and I were actually thinking of going," he explained, "It would be something to do and maybe help us get our mind off of things for a while. I was hoping you would go with me. I need my best friend by my side."

Kyle sighed heavily. "I don't know, Stan," he murmured, "This whole business has really got me down. I'm not sure I want to go to a dance and watch a bunch of people sulk." He looked down at the floor. "If Kenny were here it would be different…"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stan shudder. He knew the three of them were trying not to bring up any of their missing friends by name, but it felt like Kyle was starting to go crazy. By not mentioning Kenny or Tweek or Butters or any of the others by name it was like they were pretending they never existed or something.

Stan scooted over and pressed himself against his friend. Kyle felt his breath catch in his throat and he tried to suppress a tremble.

"Come on, Kyle, please?" Stan begged, "At least think about it?"

Kyle let out a big breath of air. "All right," he muttered, "I'll think about it. For you."

A smile came to Stan's face. "Thanks, buddy," he replied. He stood up and stretched. "Are we still going to the library later to do research on Mr. Adder?"

Kyle smiled back at him. "Of course," he replied, "We have to catch this sicko as soon as possible. Maybe we can research the history of the other teachers as well."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Stan agreed, "Better safe than sorry in case our hunch about Mr. Adder is wrong. You wanna call Craig, Clyde, and Cartman?"

Kyle hesitated slightly. He had been hoping to get some alone time with Stan, even if it was just sitting quietly at the library. But it did make more sense to have more people to help out. More eyes to scan pages and get through more information faster.

"Yeah," he answered, "Call those guys. We'll get done much faster."

Stan nodded and pulled out his phone. He didn't see Kyle look away and sigh sadly.

The five teens met up outside the library just after noon. They were silent as they went about their task. Kyle swept through the library's database to try to find anything, anything that would provide enough evidence to their theories and they could go to the police. He found a report on Mr. Adder and clicked on it and was surprised to see that he had been arrested before. He tried to look up what he had been arrested for, but the page linked to his arrest had been deleted. Kyle hissed in annoyance.

Of course! Nothing can ever be easy, can it? He thought bitterly to himself.

"Has anyone found anything yet?" Craig asked from his computer.

"Well I found out that Mr. Adder was arrested," Kyle announced, "Unfortunately, the arrest record has been deleted."

Stan walked over and Kyle held his breath as his friend brushed against him. His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Do you think Mr. Adder could have done this to keep people off his trail?" he asked out loud, "But then again, it does seem a little too obvious. Maybe the kidnapper is just trying to make him seem more suspicious."

"Maybe," Kyle murmured.

"Ugh, it's too confusing!" Cartman moaned, "Did anyone else find anything?"

"Well, I found out that Mr. Biggleston used to live in North Park," Clyde told them, "He used to be a teacher there for like fifteen years. And Mr. Johnston was there briefly as well."

Everyone looked at him. "Wait a minute," Craig said slowly, "Remember that day in class when Stan asked Mr. Biggleston if he knew anything about the North Park kidnappings?"

"Oh yeah!" Stan replied, "He got really defensive and nervous! Even if he's not the kidnapper he has to know something!"

As the group left the library after looking up where Mr. Biggleston lived, Kyle's heart felt a lot lighter and for the first time since this whole thing began he felt like they were getting close to figuring out the truth.

Later the next night Kyle grumbled to himself as he got dressed for the dance. He had finally relented and agreed to go with Stan and Cartman after their findings at the library had put him in a better mood. Though he doubted that this dance was going to be all that uplifting.

Just as he finished getting dressed, he heard the front door bell ring. He quickly raced down stairs to answer it. Stan and Cartman were standing in the doorway looking rather nicely dressed. Stan grinned.

"Hey Kyle," he greeted, "Looking good." Kyle tried not to blush, but he didn't know if he succeeded or not.

"Thanks," he said, "You guys look nice as well."

"Can you believe I actually had some decent clothes?" Cartman asked, "And I didn't even have to ask my mom to help dress me."

Kyle couldn't help but laugh at Cartman's stupid joke. Stan chuckled along too. The three of them then started making their way towards the school where the dance was.

When they got there, Kyle was rather surprised by the amount of people who showed up. It was a lot more than he thought there would be. The gymnasium was packed with students of all grades, dancing and socializing. He could see Craig and Clyde near the bleachers talking to each other. Token and Jimmy were near the refreshments and Token was gently rubbing Jimmy's back in comfort.

"Ugh, look who's here," Stan muttered beside him. Kyle followed his gaze and was disgusted to see Jackson and his bully friends on the other side of the dance floor.

They were being obnoxious and loud, dancing in stupid ways, and just generally being annoying. Kyle scoffed and started heading towards the refreshments table, hoping Jackson wouldn't notice them and bother them tonight. He heard Stan and Cartman follow him.

"Hey Token. Hey Jimmy," he greeted.

"Oh, hi Kyle," Token replied, raising a cup to him, "I didn't see you guys come in. This dance is something, huh?"

"Oh, it's something all right," Kyle agreed sarcastically.

"Have you two been here long?" Stan asked. Token shook his head.

"Nah. We got here like five minutes ago," he answered, "I wasn't going to go, but Jimmy insisted that we come."

"T-T-Timmy w-wouldn't have w-w-wanted me to m-mope around," Jimmy insisted, "He would w-want me t-to at l-l-least t-try to enjoy m-myself."

"I can get behind that," Cartman said, nodding.

Before their conversation could continue, they heard obnoxious laughing coming towards them and Kyle couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew exactly who it was without even looking. Next to him, Stan let out a sigh and they turned to see Jackson and his crew sauntering towards them. He was sneering at them.

"Well, I'm surprised you wusses showed up," Jackson taunted, "I expected you all to be at home crying like a bunch of sniveling pussies."

"Go away, Jackson, no one wants you here," Stan growled at him. Jackson turned his gaze on him.

"What's the matter Marsh?" he scowled, "Cranky because you lost your girlfriend?" Stan glared at him and Kyle put a hand on his shoulder. Jackson grinned in a cruel way. "Why don't you get your little BFF to suck your dick for you to cheer you up? I'm sure he'd love to do it."

Kyle turned his head to hide his blush. He felt Cartman step forward.

"Hey, back off, man!" he hissed, "You don't need to push your own insecurities onto my friends!" Jackson glared at him.

"Oh? And what about you?" he sneered, "Just jogging along after these two and hoping they'll notice you? Hoping to have a three way?"

Before Stan or Kyle could anything, Cartman leapt forward, fists flying. He struck Jackson in the jaw, causing him to stumble backwards and knock over his friends. He got to his feet, glaring at Cartman, and rubbing his mouth. Kyle quickly stepped forward to defend him.

"You fucking fags!" Jackson growled with hatred, "You're all the same! You can't stand the truth about how unnatural you are! I hate fags like you! You guys make me sick!" He snapped his fingers and he and his friends turned and left.

"Jesus what an asshole," Token muttered, "I don't know why he feels like he needs to cause trouble all the time. Nobody even likes him."

"Seriously," Stan agreed. He turned to Kyle and Cartman. "Are you guys ok?"

Kyle nodded, but Cartman was staring at the floor. "I'm… not feeling all that well," he confessed, "Kyle, will you walk home with me?" The redhead blinked in surprise.

"Um, sure Cartman," he replied.

Before they left, Stan quickly grabbed Kyle's arm. "Are you sure you'll be ok?" he asked in a slightly worried voice, "Do you want me to come with you?"

Kyle chuckled. "Stan, it's just Cartman," he reminded him, "I think I'll be fine." He could feel Stan watching him as the two of them left the school and walked towards Cartman's house. Neither of them spoke, but Kyle could feel the tension. He knew his fat friend was upset by what Jackson had said.

When they got to Cartman's house, he opened the front door and turned to Kyle. "Please come in," he insisted, "I want to talk to you."

Kyle couldn't help but wonder what Cartman was up to as the larger teen led him to his room. Sure, things at the dance had been awkward, but he didn't see why Cartman felt the need to isolate him for it. It was just Jackson being Jackson. No one had to apologize for it.

When they got to his room, Cartman opened the door and stepped aside to allow Kyle to go in first. Kyle was a little surprised by Eric's room when he came in. There was dim lighting and candles on the window sills. Was this relaxing to Cartman or something? What was going on?

Confused, Kyle turned to Cartman who was shutting the door behind him. "Cartman, what are you-?" He was cut off when Cartman walked forward, cupped Kyle's face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

In utter surprise, Kyle stumbled backwards, bumping into, and falling onto the bed. Cartman wasted no time in leaning over him, pinning his arms to the bed and kissing him. Kyle tried to struggle away, but Cartman was much larger and stronger than him, and kept him secure as he worked his tongue into Kyle's mouth. He kissed him for a few minutes before pulling away to catch his breath.

"Cartman, what are you doing?" Kyle demanded, taking the opportunity to speak. Cartman stared down at him with an intense stare.

"I want you, Kyle," Cartman breathed, "I want you so badly. I want to feel what it's like to be inside you."

Kyle's eyes widened as he stared in horror up at him. He flinched as Cartman moved him further on the bed, then climbed on top of him. He put his knees on either side of Kyle's body and stared down at him as he calmly removed his coat, then his shirt. Kyle was horrified at how ripped Cartman was. Whatever it was he wanted to do, Kyle knew he would be unable to fight him off.

Cartman leaned down and started undoing Kyle's coat, then ripped his shirt open with little effort, and Kyle flinched. Eric let out a little scoff.

"Don't try to fight it, Kyle," he told him in an eerily calm and serious voice, "You know you want this just as much as I do."

Before Kyle could open his mouth to reply, Cartman bent over him and started kissing him again. He pinned Kyle's shoulders down as he kissed him deeply and fiercely, working his tongue into his mouth. Kyle shuddered as Eric started kissing down his neck, to his chest, and down his torso. He stopped when he got to his pants and eagerly started undoing them. Kyle could feel his breathing getting harder and his heartbeat started to race.

As soon as Cartman got Kyle's pants and boxers off, he sat up to start removing his own. Kyle took the opportunity to try to lunge off the bed and run for it, but he was instantly tackled and forced onto his back again. Cartman glared down at him, pinning his shoulders down, with his pants and shorts pulled down to his ankles.

"I told you not to fight it, Kyle," he hissed as Kyle stared up at him in fear, "It's only going to make it worse for you."

"Why are you doing this?" Kyle whispered, terror clearly showing in his voice, "I haven't done anything to you in such a long time! I thought we were finally starting to do better! Why are you torturing me?"

Cartman let out a small laugh. "I'm not torturing you," he claimed, "I'm about to make love to you." He grinned. "Sorry, I don't have a lot of lubricant. This will have to do." He stared down at Kyle, a hungry look in his eyes, as he lubed up his own cock.

Shuddering, Kyle closed his eyes. "Please don't do this," he breathed.

"I have to," Cartman whispered in a breathy voice, "I can't resist you any longer." He adjusted himself over Kyle, then forced his way in.

Kyle gasped with pain as Cartman started thrusting his hips, pushing in and out with force. Kyle squirmed underneath him, trying to ignore the pain and how uncomfortable this was, but it was no use. Cartman leaned over him, panting and grunting in his ear as he started thrusting harder. Kyle moaned, but not with pleasure. He cringed when Eric moved to kiss him and forced his tongue into the redhead's mouth. After a minute of making out, Cartman pulled away and adjusted himself so he could thrust deeper and harder into Kyle.

"Ha!... Hah!... Hah!... Oh God, Kyle!" Cartman panted as he thrusted faster, "You feel so good! I can't believe how amazing this feels!"

A groan escaped past Kyle's lips as Cartman leaned down and started kissing his throat. It hurt so badly. Kyle was almost positive he was bleeding or something. The only thing he could hear was his frantic breathing and Eric's pleasured moans. He clung to the sheets beneath him, trying to distract himself, but nothing was working.

Cartman kept going well into the hour, thrusting and panting and moaning. He looked down at Kyle as he tried to fight off tears.

"Oh, sorry, Kyle," Cartman grinned, "Have I been neglecting you? Let me help with that. I want you to feel good too."

Kyle cringed when he felt Eric grab him and start pumping up and down. Kyle tried to hold back a cry. He didn't want Cartman to pleasure him. He didn't want him to have the satisfaction of watching him climax. But it wasn't long before Kyle let out a horrid cry and orgasmed. Hearing his cries was enough to drive Cartman over the edge and he started releasing inside of Kyle.

"Oh fuck!" Eric sighed with pleasure, "Fuck yes! Oh my God, this is incredible! Kyle! Oh fuck!" Kyle shuddered in horror as Cartman kept releasing inside him. Eric's voice rose as he rode out his wave of pleasure. "Kyle!" he cried out, "AH! AH! I want this to last forever! I want to be inside you every night! I can't- AHHH!" He shuddered violently as another wave ripped through him and he released again inside of Kyle. He kept thrusting into the redhead through the entire orgasm that lasted almost two minutes. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

When his orgasm was finally over, he collapsed on top of Kyle, panting heavily. "God, Kyle, that was amazing."

Kyle didn't respond, but simply trembled underneath him, trying to comprehend what had just happened. He let out a breathless gasp as Cartman rolled off of him and pulled out of him. As the fat teen lay there panting, Kyle scrambled off the bed and away from him in terror. Cartman didn't even try to stop him as he gathered what was left of his clothes and ran out the door.

As he ran out of the house, Kyle pulled his clothes back on and it wasn't until he was outside and a good block away when he stopped running. That's when he finally broke down, sobbing quietly, hot tears running down his face. He felt so violated and used. How could Cartman do that to him?! He had been so disoriented he didn't even realize he had run past his own house.

"I was right," he cried quietly to himself, "I should've never gone to that stupid dance." Wrapping his arms around himself, he turned around and started walking back to his own house. He didn't know what he was going to do. Should he call the police and request a rape kit? Ugh. How did this happen?

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts Kyle didn't even notice the black car slowly pulling up behind him.

This was by far the hardest chapter I've ever had to write. Poor Kyle. Next chapter is Stan's chapter and I'll try not to take two months to update this time. But in the meantime, please leave a comment!