A/N: I would like to thank Darkslayer18 for all the inspiration for this chapter. I would also like to thank my awesome, faithful reviewers! ^.^ Y'all are amazing!

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Stan slammed the door of the apartment open, nearly breaking it off of the hinges, a look of rage was etched into his face. "Clyde, you motherfucker! Where are you?"

Kyle looked up from where he was lying on the couch. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, the pillow he was hugging was soaked with the tears he'd shed. He sniffed and let another sob past his lips. "S-Stan?"

"Kyle!" Stan bounded over to him and gathered him into his arms, letting Kyle grip onto his t-shirt and lean into him.

Kyle tried to stop crying now that his lover was with him, and even more when he saw the bandaged wounds from the bullwhip. "W-What happened to your arms?"

Stan glanced at his arms; he and Kenny had taken Butters to Hell's Pass hospital so that he could get treated for his injuries, the police were on the way when Stan left. He looked at Kyle and shook his head. "That's not important right now. Where's Clyde?"

"He left a while back to go get Cartman." Kyle sniffed and wiped his eyes. "He said to tell you that he's going to lure him into the alley behind the elementary school at sunset. You're to kill Cartman then."

"…Cartman's corpse won't be the only one back there," Stan growled out. "I'll torture him for you…he'll pay for every way he's ever hurt you!"

Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's torso and buried his face into his chest. "Please do." He felt more tears start running down his face. "I don't want to see Clyde's face ever again."

"You won't," Stan tightened his arms around Kyle's shoulders and buried his face in his red hair, "I promise."

"Stan…I love you."

"And I love you."

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Stan finished applying his eyeliner and walked out of the bathroom wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of Kenny's black skinny jeans. His hair was unkempt and his eyes screamed of the rampage that was about to happen. He grabbed his katana and wakizashi and strapped them to his back, then put his trench coat on over them. He grabbed a pair of black gloves and slipped them on as Kyle walked over to him.

"You're sure you won't get caught?" He asked again just to make sure. Kyle was extremely worried that Stan would get caught after killing Clyde and Cartman. The last thing he wanted was for Stan to be executed for killing someone who deserved it.

"I've done this before, don't worry," Stan said monotone. "I'll drop you off at the hospital and then I'll go take care of them both."

Kyle smiled softly. "Okay," he leaned into Stan's chest and shut his eyes as he felt two arms wrap around his torso, "just be careful."

"You know I will." Stan rested his hand under Kyle's chin and kissed him ever so softly. "Now, let's go to the hospital."

Kyle nodded and followed Stan out to the Taurus. Before he sat down, Stan grabbed the berretta, still wrapped in the white towel, and shoved it in the pocket of his trench coat. They were speeding off towards the hospital shortly after.

Stan came to a stop in front of Hell's Pass hospital a few minutes later, giving Kyle a kiss and hug before the redhead walked inside to visit Butters. He drove off towards South Park elementary to intercept Clyde and Cartman. The sun was low in the sky, so it was nearly time to see them dead.

He parked the car a few blocks away and walked to the elementary school. He climbed up a fire ladder and watched the alley from the roof, waiting nearly impatiently for them to arrive.

"There's a shortcut over here," Clyde voice resonated through the alleyway.

Stan pulled his Ipod headphones out of his pocket and clicked the "play" button on the Ipod itself when their shadows came into sight. Immediately, Disturbed's "The Game" began screaming in his ears. He jumped down from the roof, landing tenderly on his feet in a crouch. He straightened to a stand and stared directly at Cartman with no emotion showing in his face whatsoever.

"What the hell? Stan?" Cartman was confused; he couldn't have imagined why Stan just jumped off of the elementary school's roof.

Clyde saw Stan standing there and then kicked the back of Cartman's knees, sending him to the ground. "My part's done."

Stan stalked up to where Cartman was sitting on his knees, which now hurt since he hit the concrete hard. He pulled the berretta out of the towel and his pocket and pressed the end of the barrel against Cartman's forehead.

Cartman's eyes went wide when the gun touched his skin. "What the fuck? Stan, what're you–" His words were cut short as a loud bang that tore a hole straight through his head. The shell of the bullet landed next to where Cartman's body fell on its side.

"Whoa," Clyde muttered as Stan threw the berretta into a pile of trash, "that was quick…"

"Yeah," Stan reached back and drew both the katana and the wakizashi, "but this won't be."

"What the…? Stan, what're you doing?" Clyde backed away a step, slowly becoming terrified of his old friend.

Stan took step after heavy step towards Clyde, the thrill of the hunt settling upon him. He raised his arms out to his sides and bent over slightly as he ran at the brunette.

Seeing what was coming, Clyde turned and tried to run back down the alley. He didn't get far before Stan jumped at him and cut his feet off from the ankle, sending him tumbling to the ground. Clyde smashed his chin off of the pavement; a shockwave of pain rattled through his head when he hit the ground.

He pushed himself up with shaking arms; he could feel the blood running off of his chin and inside of his mouth from where he bit down on his tongue. When Clyde was as far up as he could go, Stan crouched down and crossed his blades, trapping Clyde's neck in a scissor with his katana and wakizashi.

"Why are you doing this?" Clyde asked through the pain.

Stan's eyes narrowed in anger. "Why did you rape Kyle?"

A temporary look of surprise crossed Clyde's face, but then he just smirked. Of course Kyle would tell Stan. "That slut had to remember who he belongs to."

"'Belongs?'" Stan moved the blades just slightly, cutting into the skin on Clyde's throat. "Kyle isn't a possession, or something you own! He's a smart, funny, beautiful person! Someone you don't deserve!"

Clyde chuckled, causing the blades to cut deeper into his throat. "Do you think he'll be any better to you than to me? He fucked you in our bed! The moment someone else comes along who gives him even a single thought of doubt, he'll jump into bed with him!"

"How do you know about that?" Stan asked with ground teeth.

"I have a camera set up in our bedroom. When I was looking through it, I found the footage of you two fucking. If I didn't rape him, he wouldn't remember who it was he promised his life to, the only person he should be sleeping with!"

Stan shook his head in disgust. "You stupid fuck." Without allowing Clyde to say another word, he snapped the blades together, successfully decapitating Clyde.

When Clyde's body dropped to the ground, Stan sheathed his katana and wakizashi. Without glancing back at either Cartman and Clyde's bodies, he walked through the puddles of blood. He looked around for anyone who could've been around the area when the killings happened; finding no one, he slipped his boots off so that they would leave no footprints for the cops to later follow and walked back to his Taurus.

He would never tell Kyle how Clyde was killed, but he figured that he wouldn't want to know anyway.