Kyle took his apron off and draped it over the back of the chair he'd been sitting in before he grabbed the three dirty plates and placed them in the sink. He'd wash them when he was done taking a shower. He walked into grabbed a white t-shirt and blue jeans out of his closet before going into the bathroom and starting up the shower. Clyde had been on the couch reading something, Kyle wasn't sure what, so he wasn't too worried about him.

He hopped in the shower and completely submerged his head in the running water, deafening all the sounds around him. He just wanted to stand there and have a moment to himself to think about what had happened over the past few days. He wanted to go back to Denver with Stan so badly, but he knew that he couldn't just leave Clyde without an explanation. But there was no way to let him down easily…maybe he could just leave the ring on the table…

Suddenly, Kyle found himself pinned against the shower wall and someone's naked body pressing against the back of his body. He struggled, trying desperately to get away from whoever was pressing him against the wall. "Stop struggling," Clyde's voice breathed harshly into his ear.

Kyle stiffened. What was Clyde thinking? "W-What're you doing?" His voice was shaking, and with good reason, he was absolutely terrified.

"Just shut up," Clyde bit down hard on his fiancé's shoulder, "and try not to scream so loud. The neighbors hate it when you do."

Kyle didn't listen though, as soon as Clyde entered him, he screamed and again struggled to get away. Clyde covered his mouth, but Kyle bit down. In response, Clyde grabbed the back of his head and bashed it into the shower wall. He thrust into him harder, earning another scream; he clapped his hand over Kyle's mouth again, but found that this time he didn't get bit since Kyle knew what would happen if he did.

Minutes later, Clyde finished stepped out of the shower. "Clean yourself up," he said plainly.

Kyle sank to his knees when the bathroom door closed. He was shaking severely and tears were running down his face in a torrent. His nose was gushing with blood from when his face had gotten bashed into the shower wall. He hurt all over, and not just physically. He felt utterly betrayed, and his heart was breaking in a million places. This was worse than the vibrator, at least when Kyle had screamed then, Clyde would stop shortly after he began. This…it made Clyde the ultimate traitor, it was worse than Kyle sleeping with Stan.

"S-S-Stan…I need you r-right now," Kyle sobbed out.

…

Stan put the berretta, wrapped in a white hand towel he'd taken from his uncle's bathroom, in the passenger's seat of his Taurus. Luckily, Jimbo had been drunk off his ass with his war buddy Ned and didn't even notice Stan going in and out of the house.

He pulled out of the driveway and sped back to the apartment. He just had a feeling something horrible had happened, though he wasn't entirely sure what. As he eased to a stop at a stop sign not far from his uncle's house, his cell phone sounded off with Nickelback's "If Everyone Cared." Stan answered the phone without seeing the number.

"Who's this?" He asked simply.

"Kenny," he was panting and there was the sound of sneakers hitting pavement in the background. "Could you get to Stark's Pond, now?"

"Uh…sure…? What's going on?"

"I found a note in Butters' house in Cartman's handwriting saying I'd meet Butters at Stark's Pond. I have a feeling Cartman's planned something, and I don't want to imagine what."

Stan nodded and pulled away from the stop sign. "Okay, I'll meet you there. Call Kyle too. I would but I'm driving. I really even shouldn't be talking now," he muttered.

"I tried but he didn't answer. I'll try again, but I can't guarantee anything."

"Alright then. I'll be there–"

"BUTTERS!" The call was dropped suddenly and Stan sped up. Whatever was going on today with, (maybe), Kyle and now with Butters was going to define what happened from here, on. Stan just knew it.

A minute later, he skidded to a stop in front of Stark's Pond. When he stepped out of the car, he saw a bunch of goth kids gathered in a group around someone screaming bloody murder. Another four goth kids were restraining Kenny as he struggled with tears streaming down his face to get at whoever in the group was screaming.

Stan grabbed his black trench coat from the backseat and slipped into it. He slammed his car doors shut and buttoned his trench coat as he ran over to the group of goth kids. Once he was close enough, he slowed to a heavy, careless walk that he knew belonged to Raven. He might not have been Raven right then, but he did know how he walked and acted.

He grabbed his hat off of his head and stuffed it in his pocket. "Hey," he said monotone, capturing the attention of the goths.

"Who're you?" One of them demanded.

"Raven."

"Well then, Raven, why don't you join us?"

"Sounds good to me." Stan stalked into the group, ignoring the confused and betrayed look on Kenny's face as best as he could. He stopped though when he saw what was going on.

Butters was in the center of the group, severely bleeding. His shirt was completely torn open in the back and there were cuts from a bullwhip all across his back, neck, and legs. Tears were running down Butters' face like an endless river. There was a goth girl holding a bullwhip loosely in her hand behind him, and two more girls were holding Butters down by his arms.

Stan's mouth dropped slightly open and his eyes went wide as dinner plates. He looked at the girl as her grip tightened on the wooden hilt of the bullwhip and she drew it back into the air. He ran over and blocked the whip with his arms as it came down, cutting through the trench coat and his jacket, then cutting deep into the skin of his arms.

"Raven, what're you doing?" The goth kid from earlier demanded.

Stan grabbed the whip and yanked it from the girl's hand. "Get the fuck out of here," he said threateningly.

"Why should we?"

"You're harming an innocent child! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you all!"

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed. "With what?"

Stan drew his wakizashi out of an inner pocket of his trench coat, ignoring the searing pain that shot through his arm when he reached for it, and pointed it at the goth boy who addressed him. "With this."

The boy backed up a few steps with his hands held up in front of his body in immediate surrender. "Fine, we'll go." He nodded at everyone around. "Let's go. We did what we were paid to do."

The four who had been restraining Kenny allowed him to drop to the ground and left with the group. Kenny demanded to know who paid them, though he already knew, he just wanted to hear it from the people who had actually had contact with Cartman. They just kept walking without answering.

When they were out of sight, Kenny took a few weak steps towards Butters and dropped onto his knees next to his injured boyfriend. He gathered Butters into his arms and began crying as Butters cried into Kenny's shirt and began yelling something that was too muffled for Stan to hear.

Stan looked at the injuries on his arms after he threw the bullwhip into the pond. They hurt like hell and he only had the one injury. He couldn't imagine the pain Butters was in.

His phone went off in the pocket of his jeans again. He unbuttoned his trench coat and grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. He saw that it was Kyle calling and answered quickly. "Hey there. Kenny said you–" He abruptly stopped and a look of sheer anger took hold of his face. "CLYDE WHAT?"