Notes: Wow. Talk about late update xD sorry o.o;
People have been asking me if I'm going to kill Kyle. Well... I haven't quite decided yet. I've pretty much got this whole story planned and such, but I haven't decided whether or not I want to kill Kyle off. I have ideas for if I do kill him, and ideas for if I don't. Just wait and see what I do.
I don't like Cartman, I don't plan on him being in this fic. Though, I guess I'll have him play a little part...
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Stan stared at his cieling. His stomache was in knots and had been ever since he bumped into that wierd guy with the sunglasses. Or maybe it was because his best friend hated his guts. Possibly both? Most likely. Sighing, he sat up from his laying position on his bed and glanced at his clock. It was a little after ten. The news should be on...
"Wonder if they caught the guy yet..." he picked up the remote and pressed the 'on' button, flicking through the stations until he found the news, catching the news lady in mid-sentence.
"...and yet another victim was found this morning; another killing from South Park's very first serial killer, the Trench Coat Killer." She had a pretty face. For someone who was trying to hide plastic surgery scars. WHORE.
The news man next to her laughed. "Excuse me, Carol, but why name him the 'Trench Coat Killer'?"
Her smile wavered slightly. "A neighbor of one of the earlier victims had snapped a photo, after hearing a strange sound coming out from the victims house, of someone running out from the back door. He was wearing a trench coat."
A picture suddenly appeared on the screen and the man continued talking. Stan dropped the remote, the bottom part of his jaw falling as far as it could. That man... the one on the screen... "I bumped into him on my way home..." Why hadn't they showed that picture before? Did they want everyone in South Park to fucking die? His heart suddenly pounding, Stan jumped off his bed as he raced out of his room and downstairs to where his mother and father were watching some kind of movie on TV.
"Mom! Dad!" he was panicking. Tearing their gaze away from the screen, Randy and Sharon looked with worried eyes to their son.
"Stanley? What's wrong, sweety?" his mother asked gently.
He was visibly shaking. His parents were up in an instant, Sharon cradling her trembling son.
"Stan?" his father questioned.
With a small whimper, Stan broke free from his mothers grasp and took hold of the TV remote, flipping it to the channel he had been watching up in his room, once again catching the female in mid-sentence. The photo was still there.
"...knows. If you have any information on the where-abouts..."
Stan looked from the TV back to his parents.
"...I bumped into that guy on my way home tonight."
An awkward silence spread over the three. Clearing her throat, Sharon spoke.
"And... who is he?"
Frustration took over and Stan groaned, turning to face his stupid parents and gripping his hair in his hands. "That fucking killer that's on the loose!" His parents blinked, surprised that their son had cursed. Releasing his hair, Stan dropped his head.
"It was right in front of Kyle's house... and I'm worried."
"Oh hunny," his mother engulfed him into a loving hug. "Why didn't you tell us when you got home?"
"I didn't know that guy was a killer... he seemed nice..." It was a simple answer, but the truth.
Randy left the room to the kitchen. Stan took a deep breath and plopped himself down on their couch, resting his head in his shaky hands. Never before in his life had he ever been so scared. But there was always the possibility that the man had went to a different house. If that was the case then why was Stan feeling so sick? I just know he's got Kyle and Ike... "I should have never left..." Stan whimpered, and his mother sat beside him, rubbing his back.
His father reentered the room looking grim. "They're not answering. I'm going to call their parents."
Stan and his mother nodded.
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"Nng...!" Kyle gritted his teeth as fabric was tied tightly around his wrists on his bedpost. The circulation would definately be cut off and hands left feeling numb in a matter of minutes. Kyle hated that feeling. He couldn't stand not bieng able to feel anything. And he certainly didn't like the prickling feeling you got after the numbness went away.
"No screaming, now, kid." Joseph smiled, politely. "Wouldn't want to ruin my fun, would you?"
"Fuck you," Kyle sneered.
Joseph chuckled and shook his head. "No need for such language. I would just hate to have to punish you." he grinned, dragging a finger from Kyle's chest over to his side and over his hip. "So young. So innocent. Oh what wonders I could do to you..."
Kyle's breathing quickened. That's right, he thought, this guy isn't just a murderer. He's also a... a... The severity of the situation hit him, causing him to choke on a breath. "Don't... don't touch me."
"Oh, I won't." Joseph gave him a shove, smirking, and Kyle fell back onto his wall with enough force to hit his head and hurt. He hissed at the dull pain in the back of his head. "Not yet, at least. I have to take of the other little brat." The evil man's smirk widened. "Seems he likes to fight."
Kyle snapped his head up, even though it hurt, and gaped at this... thing. "Leave Ike alone!"
"Don't worry," Joseph cooed, stroking Kyle's cheek affectionately. "I won't ignore you for too long."
Kyle jerked his head away from the hand and stared at the ground. Joseph snickered and walked to the door, opening and stepping out, slamming it behind him.
"Oh god..." Kyle whispered. "Ike..."
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The door swung open, causing Ike to jump in surprise. He scowled immediately when he recognized who it was, sniffing and trying to rid his eyes of the tears that were blurring his vision. The man in the trench coat padded about a foot into the room and closed the door behind him.
Smirking, he gazed down at Ike. Then, his smirk turning into an evil grin, he pulled something from the inside of his coat. Ike's eyes widened in horror.
BANG.
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An agonized, high pitched scream ripped through the air. Kyle bit his lip, willing back tears. He was shaking fiercely, breathing audibly, and so very terrified right now. His brother was still screaming, he could hear the muffled sound through the wall, and sobbing. That boom sound was a gun, Kyle knew. And since Ike was screaming his lungs out, he was still alive, which Kyle was extremely thankful for, but...
Now he was just going to bleed to death.
Kyle half sobbed, half groaned, and let his head fall back against the wall, finally deciding that he just didn't care if he cried or not. Clenching his eyelids together, the burning feeling increased as he felt the tears slip down his cheeks.
'Why did I have to answer the damn door...?'
You thought it was Stan.
'No...'
Yes.
'No!'
Ugh, FINE. You wanted it to be Stan.
'...'
Listen kid, it's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known this was going to happen.
'Maybe not, but it did and it's my fault Ike's hurt and possibly...'
Dying?
'...yeah.'
Don't blame yourself.
'Shut up.'
There was a grunt and Kyle shook his head. Now was not the time to be talking to himself. He needed to figure out how to get downstairs where the phone was.
But how? There was no way he could get his restraints off. But he had to do something. His brother was still screaming and Kyle wondered where the maniac had shot him. He had to get Ike out of here. He could honestly care less about himself. It was his fault this was happening in the first place.
Anger washed away fear left in him. He was smart. He could do this. He just had to think...
His door burst open again and he looked up.
Kyle felt his throat close. Joseph smiled down at him.
"See? I told you I'd be back." he said, pointing the gun at Kyle. "You're turn."
Another bang. Another scream.
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