Ike could barely breathe at the horrible sight that he was forced to witness (along with his parents). The thing that once was his brother… now a thing he feared.
Kyle that was once loved morphed into this vile creature that was unlike anything he himself could imagine. Was it really Kyle there that got changed? Or was it another entity taking over his body and mind?
Eyes bright green with excitement and malice in the same shade as his face, teeth exposed in a rude, confident grin. Not only the facial features made drastic changes, but his clothes were different. No longer in his orange jacket, lime green gloves and trapper hat. The red hair now slick back and exposed. Black leather jacket with silvery long spikes on the shoulders,matching fingerless gloves, and dark brown boots with sharp gears on the back.
"Kyle…" Gerald started, mustering the courage to speak up. Everything was happening so fast it was to keep everything in a straight line. First their sons ran off who knew where, then came back knowing they shouldn't, then that strange Mask Kyle had and putting it on. Finally the most bizarre thing came when the became attached to his face like it had a life of its own. The last part he, his wife and Ike hid inside while their eldest son was spinning in inhuman speed, like a top sent off or a tornado. Now the aftermath with the chilling results.
"Save it Grandpa! I had to save my little brother; not that you give a crap." Kyle snarled, eyes glowing in red with rage.
"Wh-wh-What?!" His mother gaped, offended by the sass his son was giving. Her husband shook his head, panic in his eyes.
"Did I stutter? Listen old lady, I'm done taking orders from you and grandpa. I'm running this joint now! You got that?"
Shelia couldn't believe her eyes. Did her son just talk back and insulted her and her husband? Who does he think he is by speaking that way, even if he changed he was still a child. Before she could argue back and ground Kyle for his rudeness, he zipped with inhuman speed surrounding the two adults.
"Wh-WHAT IS THIS?!" Gerald shouted by was drowned out by the howling wind, until it died as the two parents were tied and passed from the shock they experienced. Ike came out from the kitchen, looking in a mixture of shock and astonishment. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself. In a horrible realization, this was all too real to believe. This wasn't like his older brother to do this, even if it wasn't possible.
What did that Mask do to him? Ike wondered looking around if there were any signs of Kyle.
"What's wrong with you small fry?" The sound that belonged to his brother boomed from behind. Ike jumped in surprise and turned to see the frightening look of Kyle. No words came out to answer the question as if they were afraid to leave his mouth and offend Kyle. Was he going to hurt him next? Like what he did to his parents?
"Scared, huh? Don't worry little brother, they'll be fine." Kyle said with warmth in voice. Ike breathed in relief, knowing his real brother was still inside this newly formed monster. Come to think of it, doesn't he look similar to those other two green faced kids? Was Kyle behind all those crimes he committed from the last few nights? Or were they other unidentified kids yet to know others and were still out there now? Causing terror and mischief? No, that couldn't because the night when Kyle and his friends were dragged into the italian restaurant by blond haired kid with a fancy suit (As stated on the news). Couldn't be the one that chased Wendy Testaburger that night after that and was stopped by Mysterion. So that came the question to Ike, who were those two kids? They looked around his eldest brother's age for certain, and they must know him as a friend or classmate
"Hey Ike, wanna ride around town?" Kyle asked suddenly, snapping Ike from his deep thinking.
"Kyle-"
"Ugh! Kyle sounds more like a name for a dweeb. Call me..King, yeah! King B."
King B. grabbed a small black comb from his jacket and brushed his flaming red hair. Then took his little by the hand and headed straight for the garage. Only to find a car and a small low ground bike. King B. looked at the small plastic bike in disgust as if smelling something rotten of neglect or dead of misery. He couldn't ride that sorry for an excuse of a vehicle to ride in town.
Wait a minute! King B. thought as an idea formed in his mind. (By this, a lightbulb appeared floating above his head, then vanished like it never existed). He had power, he could not only alter his appearance or anyone else's but other things, even the pathetic looking bike to give it an upgrade. To make it bigger and better than ever. As if summoned by his exciting thoughts, mists began to engulf the bike followed by lighting and wind blowing. Ike had to cover his eyes from the cruel gust wind while his brother stood still and without flinching. It was until the mists dispersed, revealing like the curtains unveiling what's behind it, revealing a mechanical dangerous looking motorcycle.
light reflecting off the new and dazzling paint job from the chrome gave it an unique effect. Animated flames and skulls of every motorist's dream come true.
How did he do that?! Ike thought in surprise.
Seeing there was a companion seat attached on the right side, wondering if that was for him.
"Perfect! It came out better than I suspected. Okay, small fry to burn rubber?" Ike didn't know how to answer that kind of question. Well, for starters he didn't want to go along with brother, then again being cross Kyle (King B he calls himself) was the last thing Ike wanted to be in right now. So he got on the companion seat, getting his seatbelt on. As King B. got himself settleted on the motorcycle, twisting the handles to rev the motors. It was like music to his ears, begging him to start the journey outside.
"I almost forgot! Safety first." As said, King B. pulled out two helmets in different sizes, the smallest for Ike. As he places it on his little brother's head.
"Here we go!" King B. yelled with great determination as the motorcycle took off, driving straight into the garage door and out into the street. Ike screamed as the wind whistled violently in his ears. His thoughts were drowned out by the speed that was (if those were paying attention) was over the limit. King B. was smiling wide as this new found energy overtook him. This feeling that kept locked for so long is finally free from its imprisonment, held back of self-discipline and control. No more worrying what his parents may think, no more having to take orders from anyone. He was his own King, for once he made his own rules and choices.
And nothing was going to get in his way! If anyone dares to…they're going to have a rude awakening.
Meanwhile…
Wendy and Maraline had returned home, Wendy had grabbed her phone while heading into her bedroom.
"Hello?"
"Stan, it's me Wendy. There's something you need to know."
"Okay, before you do…I think something happened to Kyle. He hasn't answered his phone."
Wendy had explained what happened with Maraline finding Kyle with the Mask in order to save his little brother from Cartman and how they escaped from him and a cop. After that, there was a long pause from the other line followed by the sound of a crash and glass breaking
"What was that?" Wendy asked.
"I think.. That was…" Stan trailed off then the call ended.
Stan stood there in his house, wide eyed at the sight of the intruder that suddenly burst open the front door.
"Who…Who are you?"
"The Name's King, King B."
"Wait Kyle?!" Stan said in shock, then regretted saying out loud in case his family was awake and listening. Kyle had the Mask on, was it by accident or was he had no other choice to put it on to save Ike?
"Hey listen, Stan, how would you like to join me and start a club?" Ignoring his friend's question while Ike appeared like he saw a ghost and his dark hair stuck in mid air as if traveling by great speed. What it appeared he had on a matching leather jacket with sharp pointed spikes on the shoulders. Before another question could escape Stan's lips, the scream came upstairs. Randy, Stan's Dad stood up looking at the exchange in surprise.
"It's the green faced kid! Sharon, call the-"
"Wedgies!" King grabs Randy and the boxers then put it over his head. Randy stumbled in cluminess by falling down the stairs while shouting incoherently. If Stan and his friends weren't in a tight spot right now, Stan would've laughed his ass off. But this was a little unsettling, even for Kyle himself.
Okay this is getting out of hand. Let's stop this right now.
Why? We're just getting started! Live a little and have some fun!
But doesn't this seem rather harsh? Kyle argued.
There was a long pause.
But didn't Stan's dad treat you harshly before? Like the time he and those PC guys harassed you non-stop because of your opinion? Wasn't that harsh? Maybe he needs a healthy dose of revenge and a taste of his own medicine.
Well, that's true. There was a time Kyle was tied onto a tree while his hair was shaved and pulled in hair ties. Not to mention had the 'you know what' crudely drawn on his face.
You know what, maybe you're right. He does need to be taught a lesson.
That's the spirit!
On cue, King spun Randy around and around until his appearance changed. Randy now had a tree tied onto his back that was twice tall as he was. Black hair shaved off his head while some remained on his head tied back cruelly.
King B. laughed and laughed that echoed throughout the house. Sending chills on Stan's and Ike's spine. This wasn't Kyle but rather the toxic and opposite of him.
King B.
