"So when did you realize you were gay?" Kenny asked pulling out of the hug. Stan caught his eye
"Back in fifth grade. To be honest, I never liked Wendy in the way she liked me. Not at all."
"But- I mean- She was on your dick so much, and not in the literal sense" Kenny replied, dumbfounded. The raven laughed.
"Yeah, that's why I dated her. Cover up. No one suspected, and suspects it now" Stan stated
"Not even your mom and dad? Shelly?" Stan laughed
"My mom and Shelly know, actually my mom confronted me about it. Shelly was with her. I know what you're thinking. Shelly didn't yell, or flip, she pulled me into a hug and said she loved me"
"And your mom?" Kenny pressed
"She like any parent would be, was shocked. She always thought she would have grand kids from Wendy and I. She planned our wedding, and was going to give me an engagement ring to propose to Wendy with when we graduated. We were fifteen at the time" Kenny was speechless
"So, Kyle, BeBe, Cartman, any of your friends other then me, don't know?"
"Basically. Kyle I think suspects it. BeBe doesn't notice much of me, and Wendy I don't really believe knows, I think she thought I had no feelings for her when I broke up with her. Which was true...but, she doesn't know I switched teams."
"What made ya trust me?" Kenny asked
"You're the strongest. I mean, seriously. You're the first person, I actually can tell anything too. I would always come to you. And you vice versa, even though Kyle and I are super best friends, I wouldn't dream of telling him the stuff I told you."
"I get you. Thanks man"
"Kyle, ew, we are NOT going in this water." BeBe said, looking at the dirty green water, and rotted leaves embedded in the walls of the pool. Kyle laughed, and pulled out a chair for BeBe to relax in.
"Fine, you don't have too, I for one, am hot as balls, and I wanna go swimming" Kyle said diving into the murky green water. BeBe moaned in disgust. Kyle popped up coughing and laughing at his best friend.
"Be, come on, it isn't that bad" BeBe didn't budge.
"Okay, fine, don't come in. See if I care" Kyle said wading into the deeper water on the opposite side of where BeBe sat. BeBe grumbled
"He really thinks I'm going to go into this disgusting water, is he kidding me?" Pulling her sunglasses over her blue eyes, she smiled as a breeze brushed past her face.
"BeBe!" Kyle yelled
"Not listening, Ky"
"BeBe!"
"Kyle, How many times do I have to fucking tell you- OH MY GOD, KYLE" BeBe sprinted to the deep end of the pool, where Kyle was dangerously sinking lower and lower she jumped into the disgusting water and pulled the redhead up to the surface, his coughing and sputtering breaths sent relief over her. Walking back over to the chair, Kyle sat down, breathing heavily
"What the fuck happened, Ky. I mean, really, what the fuck?"
"I was swimming out by the end, and I felt my foot get caught on something. And I kept trying to get it loose, and I almost drowned."
"We gotta get out of here, I feel really freaked, and what just happened, isn't settling my stomach."
"I agree. Come on, let's go tell the others."
Wendy moaned a pleasurable sigh, throughout there sighs and screams of ecstasy, Wendy couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, Cartman collapsed next to her and kissed her cheek.
"I love you." he whispered. Sweat glistened in his hair. Wendy smiled gently. But it didn't meet her eyes, and Cartman noticed.
"Babe, Hey, what's the matter?" Cartman said concerned. Locking eyes with the raven haired beauty. Tangled up in bedsheets she exhaled slowly.
"I feel strange. Like, we're being watched or something. Kind of how BeBe felt a little while ago."
"Wens, listen, you have me here, no one will hurt you, over my dead body. I love you too much to let you go. And if someone ever wants to hurt you, they have to go through me!" Cartman said, wrapping his hands around her hips, she snuggled into his embrace. And smiled.
"How did I end up so lucky to have you?"
"You changed me, Wendy. With the guys, I know, I am an asshole. I know, I'm narcissistic, I am a horrible human being. But, when I'm with you, I can be romantic, I can say I love you. And when I see you hurt or scared, it boils my blood, because you deserve to smile all the time. Laugh, you deserve someone, so much better then me. Even though we are seventeen, I am honestly, in so much love with you. After High School, I will make you the happiest woman alive. I promise." Cartman replied, looking at the girl who he had loved since he was eight, and saw her eyes shine with tears.
"Oh Eric, I love you, more then you could ever describe, I don't want better. I want you, and you alone. You are my world. Forever and always" they pulled each other into a deep passionate kiss. Both of there confessions making them want to show each other what they truly love. As more gasps of pleasure filled the room. They knew the other was truthful.
"Kenny, where are BeBe and Kyle? They aren't in the pool." Stan said flicking the curtains from blocking his view of the the water.
"Who knows, maybe Kyle cracked, and told BeBe he loved her and they're probably fucking."
"Must you think about sex constantly?" Stan laughed.
"No, I think of other shit." Kenny fought
"Right, like what?"
You. Kenny thought.
"School, college, you guys, life, I mean, I haven't died since I was Mysterion, since we were what, nine?"
"Relax, Ken, I was just breaking your balls"
"Aw man, Now you sound like Cartman, when he tried to sell those aborted fetuses!"
"Oh, dude! Weak! I tried to block that shit out!" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, in annoyance.
"Sorry." A bang at the door, startled both teens as Kenny opened it to discover a scared BeBe and a shivering red head, dripping water all over the hotel floor.
"Sup guys?" Kenny motioned them in the room
"Dude, we gotta dick this shit, now!"
"Woah, what, why?" Stan asked.
"Dude, this hotel is fucked up. The pool is dirty and disgusting, we gotta go!"
"You're pissed because the pool is dirty? What the fuck are you, a girl?" Kenny asked.
"Kenny, shut the fuck up! Kyle almost DROWNED. His leg caught on something and he couldn't get free. Stop being a fucking idiot, and Let's get the fuck out of here!" BeBe urged.
"Stan how much did you unpack. Cause we gotta pack up. We're leaving." Kenny said packing his things back up.
"Way a head of you! Someone go get Cartman and Wendy."
"I'll go!" BeBe offered.
"Fine, go. Be quick."
BeBe walked to the teenagers room, knocking loudly. Finally hearing Cartman's voice
"Whoever is out there, leave. We're busy."
"Guys. Come on, we're leaving! Kyle almost drowned in the pool, and this fucking place gives me the creeps." this time, Wendy spoke.
"We're packing up now!" hearing the annoyed mumbles of Cartman, BeBe felt satisfied.
Minutes later the six teens repacked the Mustang, and drove off. The sun setting over the mountain tops. The woods came into view.
"Kenny, what are you doing? Came Wendy's voice.
"Going through the woods?" Kenny said in a sarcastically sweet tone
"Ken, I don't think you should, I think we're being followed." BeBe said, looking around, the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach not dulling.
"No, BeBe, we aren't. That's just your imagination." said the annoyed blond boy
"God, this is like a cliche fucking horror movie." Kyle snapped.
"Horror movies aren't real. They are something used by Hollywood to make money to fund pathetic drug habits of the actors." replied Kenny strangely stoic. As Kenny turned back to the main road, he slammed the brakes as a teenage girl stood in the middle road. Unmoving. Her eyes were pale and lifeless. She approached the car, muttering something incoherent.
"Uh, why are you in the middle of the road? Are you okay?" Kenny asked swinging open the Mustang door
"You're all gonna die." whispered the girl. Now sobbing in front of Kenny.
"Go, go back to your homes! Please, he'll come soon, he'll come out soon! Go, fucking leave!" her sobs louder, and louder, her eyes dripping from hysterical tears.
"Who are you?" Kenny asked softly, trying not to scare her.
"He won't get me. He won't get me ever again." her sobs stopped, now replaced with a deranged look, and she pulled out a gun from her coat pocket.
"JESUS CHRIST." Kenny screamed, sprinting back to the car, the others watching in horror as the young girls brains splattered the concrete of the road. The bang of the gun, echoing through all of there ears.
"WE HAVE TO GO, FUCKING NOW!" Kenny screamed, slamming his foot on the gas, turning against the tree down the road. The dead girls blood leaving tire tracks.
"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. What the hell..." Kenny screamed, him shivering nervously, hyperventilating.
"Kenny, sweetie, are you alright?" BeBe asked, clearly shaken up as well as the others.
"That girl..She..Shot herself in front of us..."
"Ken, it's okay, it's gonna be okay. I promise, just talk to us." Stan urged gently.
"I have nothing to say..." Kenny said lifelessly.
"I am not going to sleep tonight." Kyle mumbled. As he tightened his grip on his blonde friend. BeBe kissed his cheek. Whispering comforting words. As they exited the main roads, they turned towards the back.
"There's a gas station up a head!" Stan replied.
"Yeah, we can call the police, and get some gas" Kyle replied. Kenny nodded.
Entering the store, the girls went up to the counter. The elderly woman behind it pushed up her glasses. Her frizzy gray hair falling out of her pony tail
"Can I help ya girls?" her voice was a bit cold. And shallow, as she over looked them
"Yes, uhm, a girl approached our car on the main roads, muttering something about us dying and a man getting her, and I presume was trying to kill her. And then...she committed suicide.. in front our friend."
"What did tha girl do?" replied the woman.
"She shot herself.. please, called the police."
"Right away, missy." The woman dialed an unknown number and began to speak.
"'Cuse me, can you get Hoyt down here? Some teens are talkin bout a murder that they witnessed. Nah, they wasn't in none of it, thank ya sir. Hava good day"
"Sheriff Hoyt can't come down at the moment, he's doing a case right now. He said ya'll can go down to his house and file a report if ya'll wanna."
"Why the fuck can't he come down now?" BeBe snapped.
"Already told ya, girl. Watch ya tone with me. I ain't ya motha. If ya were my daughter, you'd get a lashing, teenager, or youngin. Ya hear?"
"Sorry, ma'am"
"Now go'n down this here road, turn left, and keep headin south."
"Thank you." the girls replied exiting the store. Walking over to Kenny, as he lit up a cigarette.
"What'd they say?"
"A woman called the police, we have to go down to the Sheriff's house" Wendy said.
"Ugh, fuck it. Let's go, we're fucked on time anyway." Said Kenny as BeBe gave him the directions.
About an hour and a half later they arrived at an old mill looking home. Kenny and his friend, glanced around.
"Looks like this is the place" Said Kenny locking his gaze on the broken down home. Suddenly feeling very alarmed and full of fear. Seeing the broken screen door, creak open, a man appeared, and started to approach the car,
"You the teenagers who saw the murder?" Sheriff Hoyt asked.
"Yes sir. I am Kenny, this is Kyle, Cartman, and Stan, and the girls who were in the shop are Wendy, and BeBe."
"Boys, come with me. Girl's wait for me in the kitchen, for safety precautions. Chop chop" With Stan, Kenny, Cartman, and Kyle. Following Sheriff Hoyt to the back. They came to what looked like a shed. Sheriff Hoyt rummaged through the shed and pulled out rope and duct tape. Setting it on the ground beside him, he grabbed his shot gun, pointing at the four boys.
"Two on the poles, two in pushup positions in front of me. NOW!" Kenny and Cartman were the ones on the ground. Stan and Kyle were on the poles. Sheriff Hoyt tied the boys up by the hands and feet.
"So you boys in front of me look like two strong men. Aren't ya's?"
"Yes" muttered Kenny and Cartman.
"YES WHAT BOYS?" screamed Hoyt slamming his shot gun into each of the boys backs. Making them scream out.
"SIR YES SIR" they screamed.
"Just little boys, not men at all! Ya see boys, I was in Vietnam when I was your age. Now you sons of bitches are gonna play a little power game. I want twenty push ups. Count aloud. Understood?"
"Sir yes Sir!" the boys began to count aloud. As Sheriff Hoyt undid his belt
"One!" Smack! Metal on flesh. Kenny seethed
"Two! Crack! Head of the shot gun on flesh. Cartman screamed. The torture continued for about ten minutes. Cartman got to fifteen before crashing on the floor, his hands and legs swollen from the beating he took. Kenny was still going. He was on number fourteen. His vision was spotty and he could barely hear.
"COME ON KENNY. YOU CAN DO IT." Stan hollered.
"Come on bitch boy, I could do twenty with my throat slit!" the old man seethed. As his boots stomped on his spine.
"...Nineteen..." Kenny said weakly. A fist collided with his stomach
"...Twenty..." he replied, as he collapsed down. Sobbing with pain. Sheriff Hoyt Stomped on his back once more, as Kenny hollered in pain, his bloody beaten body, himself half unconscious, and finally. His spine surely broken, his vision darkened. One final thought before he blacked out.
Please god, Please let Stan be Okay.
Kenny's POV
I never grasped the concept of horror movies. There was nothing horrifying about them. They were more gory then scary. I think back to what I said to Kyle.
Horror movies aren't real. They are something used by Hollywood to make money to fund pathetic drug habits of the actors...
I wished I believed myself. But the knife pressing into my jugular proved otherwise...