Note: Yay I got two reviews o.o; Thank you. I know the first chapter was horrible, but most first chapers are, right? Anyway, I hope this one's better. It's definately longer.

Disclaimer: (forgot this in the first chapter)I don't own it, don't sue. I wish I owned Kyle and Stan. Goes for all chapters.

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The house was dark. She had just gotten home from a hard day of work and wanted to sleep. She was putting her coat away in her closet when a small creaking noise from the hallway caught her attention. Causiously, quietly, she closed the closet door and paced steadily toward the hallway entrance.

"H-hello?" Her voice was timid. "Is anyone in there...?"

Silence.

Thinking it was only her imagination, she shrugged and began to walk away when someone grabbed her from behind. She yelped as she was spun around.

She wasn't the only one that had yelped. Kyle's breathing was now audible as he pulled the blanket up to the bridge of his nose, hiding a small blush on his face while Stan laughed at him for squealing at something so stupid.

"You're such a pussy." Stan teased. "It wasn't even the killer!" he pointed to the screen where the woman's boyfriend had entered the scene.

"Oh my god, Joe. You scared me half to death!" The lady had a hand to her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mary..."

Kyle dropped the blanket from his face, thuroughly embarassed, but he smiled none-the-less. "Heh, sorry, man. All this killer stuff's got me kinda freaked out... Even the fake ones."

Stan tilted his head in awe at his friend. He could understand that. Hell, Stan was just as scared as Kyle. Who wouldn't be? A serial killer loose in South Park who picks his victims very carefully, watches them for who knows how long, basically learns them. That's something to be terrified of.

"Don't sweat it." The Marsh boy reassured. "Just don't pee yourself." He snickered.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

There was a sudden knock on Kyle's bedroom door which caused him to jump and Stan to laugh again. It opened, revealing Kyle's mother.

"Having fun, boys?" She smiled. Not waiting for an answer she continued. "Kyle, your father and I are going out now. Keep an eye on Ike, all right?"

Kyle nodded and waved.

"Be good now," She gave a stern look and both boys grinned. "Don't make a mess."

"Bye, Mrs. Broflovski."

"Bye, mom."

With a wave, she turned and shut the door behind her.

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A man in a black trench coat walked aimlessly down the street, looking left and right, trying to pick a house at random. He hadn't chosen one in advance this time; making things a lot harder than usual, but he was always up for trying something new. Hey, perhaps this random thing will bring a better rush when he's cutting this person up. Looking left again, he stopped. A couple, most likely married, headed for their car and he cocked his head towards the house. Lights were on and a shadow was seen.

Grinning, he watched untill the car drove off. He'd found his next victims.

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"Guh, I gotta pee." Kyle stated, bolting off his bed and to the bathroom, knocking a pillow out of place on his bed.

Stan shook his head and was about to flop down on his sleeping bag on the floor when some sort of small book half sticking out from under Kyle's pillow caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows as he smirked. 'Kyle keeps a diary? Aww, how cute!' Leaning over, he peered out of Kyle's open bedroom door to make sure he wasn't around. Curious to find out what his best friends secrets were, he opened the book to a more current date.

December 14th

I'm so confused... I should NOT be having these thoughts about my best friend. I can't help it though. He's so... I dunno. I wonder if he's figured out I'm a fag. I know Kenny did. He doesn't care. Cartman... possibly, but I don't think Stan has yet. He still talks to me, after all. Wow, I don't know what I'd do if Stan ever just stopped talking to me. So this is why I can't tell him. Kenny keeps trying to talk me into it. But I'm not dumb. I know Stan's in love with Wendy... I'm so jealous of her. Stan's always asking me why I hate her so much. I wish I could tell him... I love you, Stanley Marsh.

Stan was utterly shocked at what he'd just read. Kyle... loved him. Kyle was gay? Oh Kyle... A horrified gasp disturbed any other thoughts Stan might have and he looked up, only to gasp himself and slam the small book shut. It's not as though that'd do any good. He'd already been caught red-handed. Taking a deep breath, Stan began to splutter out excuses. "K-Kyle, I... I uhm... I didn't-"

Kyle just stared at him, red-faced and on the verge of tears, shaking with pure embarrassment and rage that his 'best friend' would invade his privacy like that. Slowly, he took a small step back and hung his head. "...how could you?"

Stan jumped off the bed and paced towards Kyle. "Kyle, I'm so sor-"

"Don't say it." Now he was angry. "If you were truely sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the fir..." Kyle put a hand to his mouth as the hot tears spilled from his eyes and rolled down his reddened cheeks. He took a breath to calm himself and glared up at Stan. "Go away." Kyle turned on his heel and rushed back into the bathroom.

"Kyle!" Stan groaned, following his best friends trail. He sighed sadly when he reached the bathroom door. Kyle was crying... "Kyle, c'mon... I'm sorry. Really. I know reading that was a mistake - I swear I'll forget what I read... Just come out. Please?" Stan hated lying. Especially in a situation like this. Truth was, he would never be able to forget what he read. He didn't want to. He just couldn't... not when he felt the exact same way.

"Stan..." Kyle's words were muffled and small. "...get the fuck out of my house and go the hell home."

Never in his whole life had Stan ever felt his heart actually break. But he had a feeling that was the reason his chest had started to hurt. His breathing quickened and his vision became blurred over with tears, and even though he wanted to knock the bathroom door down and drag Kyle out and hold him until he stopped crying, he just closed his eyes and nodded.

"Okay..."

His steps seemed heavy as Stan trudged back into Kyle's room to gather his things. It didn't take him long to pack, so on his way out he stopped at Ike's room. "Hey... Ike?"

The younger boy looked up from some paper and stopped his coloring. "What? Where are you going, Stannie?" He noted the bag.

Stan smiled at the nick name. "Home, Ike. Listen, you're brother's really upset right now... try and cheer him up?"

Ike tilted his head in confusion, but nodded. "Kay... Bye Stannie."

Stan took the steps two at a time and was out the door without a second thought. How could he have been so careless towards Kyle's feelings like that? It was his fault he was so upset and would probably never talk to him again. Stan sighed, feeling a fresh rush of tears fill his eyes.

"Stanley Marsh," he whispered to himself. "You are the biggest fucking douche in all of South Park." He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going because he bumped into somebody. Turning, he stopped and stared.

"Oh, uhm... Sorry about that, mister..." Who the hell is this guy?

The man looked suspicious, sporting a long black trench coat, a black hat, and sunglasses. Sunglasses at night? Strange.

"It's quite all right, son. Move along now." Well he sounded nice enough.

Stan grinned at him and turned back in the direction he was heading in, but the grin faded. There was something about that guy and Stan couldn't shake the feeling that something bad(worse than what had just happened)was going to happen. Running a hand through his hair, he jogged the rest of the way home.

Little did Stan know that this man would change everything...

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Knock, knock, knock.

By now, Kyle had returned to the sanctuary of his room. Ike knocked softly, trying his best to fulfill Stan's request. "Big brother?" Ike knocked again. "Are you okay?"

Not getting an answer, Ike pressed his ear to the door. "Big brother why are you crying?"

"Ike just leave me alone, please."

"But..." Now Ike was worried. Kyle never cries. "...you're crying. It's not normal."

"Ike just leave me the fuck alone!"

Why didn't anyone understand? Kyle didn't want to talk. Now instead of being upset, he was pissed off. He heard a sigh from the other side of the door and retreating footsteps. Finally...

Kyle yawned, pulling the blanket over him and cuddling deep inside it. He sniffed, realizing how much energy the crying had taken out of him. He glanced at the squared numbers on his digital clock. 9:48. His parents should be coming home sometime-

The doorbell rang.

Who the hell is that?

Knowing full-well Ike wasn't going to answer the door, Kyle groggily forced himself up. I swear, if that's you, Stan, I'm going to beat the living HELL out of you... He padded slowly down the stairway and stopped when he reached the bottom, his stomach suddenly doing backflips. Before going to answer the door, he went to the closet, pulling out an old baseball bat. He felt like the female in the movie he and Stan had been watching as he creeped slowly towards the door.

Holding his breath and hiding the bat behind his back, Kyle cracked the door open. A man he'd never seen before stood there in a black trench coat, a hat, and... sunglasses? Something was up. And it definately wasn't good.

"Uhm... c-can I help you?" Kyle managed to croak, clearing his throat.

"Oh yes." The man smiled. "My car broke down a little ways down the street. I was wondering if I could use your phone? I tried other houses, no one answered."

I don't blame them... "Uh, sure..." Kyle turned and was going to grab the phone, but something stopped him from doing so. He shut it eyes and whimpered when he heard the door close and the man laugh.

"You shouldn't talk to strangers, little boy." The odd man grinned. Kyle shivered.

"Leave." Kyle demanded, but he knew this man wouldn't leave. Not until Kyle and Ike were dead. Kyle spun back around to face the man. "You're the Trench Coat Killer, aren't you?"

The man in black advanced on Kyle, pulling something out of his coat. "Is that what they're calling me?" Timidlly, Kyle nodded. "Then, yes. That's me. Though they could've come up with a better name..." The man moved quickly, hitting Kyle over the head with the thing he'd pulled out of his coat. Kyle yelped and fell to the floor as his vision faded to black.

"My name is Joseph Green." he whispered. "And I'm going to kill you."

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Authors Rant: Bleck. It didn't turn out as well as I thought it would, but... I hope you liked it. Sorry if the end seemed a little rushed... Sorry for the sloppyness. It was late when I was writing this. I apologize if you are/know someone named Joseph Green. That name just kinda popped into my head. xD

Review? PLEASE? .-. If I don't get one I'm just going to delete this. No use in posting it if people don't like it.