I contain some violence. Not really bad though because the rating is staying as a T.

Chapter Twenty

Eric's Point of View

I'm here to see your son so we can finish our history project...I'm here to see your son so we can hang out and talk... I'm here to see your son so I can grab him and kiss him after a lonely night... I'm here to see your son so that I can carry him to his room, throw him down on his bed and f... Hmm, best to stick with option A. Not that I need an excuse to see Kyle but that mad bitch does not like me hanging around her son. I'm a bad influence, a horrible person... something along those lines, I don't know, it's probably true, I don't care. I knock loudly on the door and put on the most pleasant smile I can muster. It's swung open to reveal the bored face of Ike.

"What do you want?" he asks moodily when he sees me.

"Oh hello Ike, how are you?" I ask sweetly. He rolls his eyes.

"What do you want?" he repeats, seeing straight through my fake demeanour. I smirk at him.

"Is Kyle in?"

"I don't know."

"Could you perhaps... check for me?"

"Nope," he says beginning to swing the door shut.

"Ike, who is it at the door?" calls Kyle's lovely mom from a room nearby, Ike looks at me and grins, obviously getting enjoyment out of this.

"It's Kyle's racist, anti-Semitic friend." I hear her crashing her way to the door and opening it fully again, did she really need to come to the door? Am I that bad?

"Oh hello Eric," she says stiffly, "I'm afraid Kyle isn't here at the moment."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"No, I haven't seen him this morning, he must have left early." Well that doesn't sound normal, after last night I'd have thought Kyle would need a long sleep, he was certainly tired enough when I left him. She obviously notices my confused expression because she adds with a tinge of smugness in her voice: "have you tried Kenny's house?" I can't help but glare at her, causing Ike to look at me strangely, oh God for Kyle's sake I don't want that little genius asshole to work out my feelings. I force myself to smile again.

"Right, thank you," I say, before turning around and walking off. I really wish I could set her straight but I know that it's up for Kyle to do; maybe I could be there though, just so I could see her face. Walking back up Kyle's drive I notice that his car still there, he can't have gone far then, you can't get very far on foot in South Park and if you want to go to any of the neighbouring towns then you need a car. He's probably with Stan or Kenny, most likely Stan's to try and make up, he hates it when they argue.

When I arrive at Stan's house, I notice that Wendy's car is parked outside, oh how delightful, I do love the company of that hippy bitch. I knock on the door and wait for a response, eventually the pansy jock opens the door, initially looking shocked and curious before slightly smiling at me.

"Is Kyle here?" I ask. He looks concerned.

"No he isn't, I'd have thought he would be with you?" Stan replies, blushing in slight embarrassment, I look into his eyes and notice that he seems remorseful. "Cartman, I want to apologise for last night, I've been talking to Wendy and it was wrong of me to assume you were taking advantage of Kyle." I stare at him in disbelief and then over at Wendy, who's also come to the door, to my further astonishment she smiles at me.

"You defended me ho?" I ask, causing her to roll her eyes and Stan to slightly narrow his.

"I defended KYLE," she replies. I smirk at both of them, crossing my arms.

"So what's running through your head now then Stan?" He fidgets, shifting from one leg to the other.

"Well, after thinking about it I actually think it kind of makes sense in a way, you and Kyle just can't keep apart... but I still can't say it pleases me. I was madder at the fact Kyle didn't tell me, but again I can see why, I've not been very supportive... to anyone recently." He looks at Wendy and she smiles back, squeezing his arm, he bends down and plants a quick kiss on her cheek. "Anyway I would really love to tell Kyle all this." I nod at him.

"Well I'm trying to find him as well, the little Jew seems to have disappeared, and he hasn't taken his car. I can only think that he's gone to Kenny's."

"Well why don't I drive us over there now?" asks Wendy, she's being uncharacteristically friendly today, must be very happy that she's back with Stan, because I assume that's what has happened, I don't care enough to ask them.

"Sounds good!" says Stan.

Kyle's Point of View

Seeing nothing but blackness, I desperately try to peel open my eyes, everything feels really hazy, shit maybe I did drink too much last night. Groggily I try to push myself up, promptly freezing at the inability to do this. It all comes flooding back. I'm not at home. I'm not even lying down. The wooden floor beneath me is cold and hard. As my mind slowly begins to whir and my eyes clear I look around hysterically, heart racing frantically.

"KENNY!" I yell out as I see him slouched lifeless next to me. I attempt to grab him but one of my arms is twisted above me, handcuffed to something, I shake it and the metal digs into my wrist.

"He's just unconscious," growls a voice from across the room; "which gives us time to talk." I stare up into Damien's bright red possessing eyes and remember them from last night. I fear I could be in a very dangerous position here but as I look back at Kenny's bruised body I fear he could be in a worse one.

"What have you done to him?" I ask fiercely.

"I only drugged him," the demon replies nonchalantly, mouth breaking into a sinister smile, "it's not him I'm interested in at the moment."

"Well I am! What is it that you want from us?" my heart beats rapidly inside my chest, and my head screams at me to be careful, this is the son of Satan I'm dealing with.

"Oh Kyle for someone supposedly smart you're so blind, I've been getting what I want from Kenny for a little while now." No, he can't have. I scrabble to my feet and tug desperately at the handcuff.

"You monster, what have you been doing to him?"

"You might as well sit back down, you're not going anywhere." I stare at him defiantly, refusing to obey him. He sighs, "Kyle, get down now or I'll make you." I feel my heart pounding into overdrive and the blood beating in my head but I remain standing. Suddenly there's a piercing glow in his eyes, tearing into my chest causing me to collapse, gasping for air, there's a flash of white before my eyes and a crunch rips through the air as he brings his heavy boot down onto my leg. "There, now you have no choice." I feel tears stinging in my eyes as unbelievable pain rips through my body.

"Tell me why you're doing this." I pant lunging forward; this movement mixed with the agonizing pain I'm feeling from my leg causes me to feel faint. I lean back against the wall of wherever the hell we are.

"Very well, he was forbidden from getting close to people and revealing the secret but he did, and now he needs to pay."

"What secret? I don't know anything!"

"I know you don't, you didn't care enough to notice." I feel a stabbing in my chest, not caused by the demon this time, "you couldn't see he was changing, you're selfish."

"I did notice!" I yell.

"Maybe, but your own petty problems were too important to follow through weren't they?" I stare at him dumbfounded, he's right, I should have realised something worse was happening with Kenny, I have been ignoring other people. "I thought that when you saw his wrists you may have figured something terrible was going on, but you just believed the ultimate sledging lie." I gasp.

"Th-those cuts were made by the handcuffs weren't they?"

"And my teeth." Damien winks, a sadistic grin on his face, I scream in anger.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO KENNY?"

"Oh he's just so much fun. To watch him transform from a wild and carefree boy in love into a wounded and miserable one is very entertaining." I turn to look at Kenny again, taking in the dark circles and depressed face, one he's been hiding so well, but why? Why didn't he ask for help? "Now Kyle," says Damien as I snap my head back up towards him, "I'm going to enjoy transforming you, although it's going to have to be over a much shorter period of time... you don't have long left."

Oh shit.

"Leave him alone Damein," mumbles a very hoarse voice from beside me, sending relief but fear through me.

"Ahhh good morning darling, so lovely of you to join us," sneers Damien walking over to crouch down next to Kenny, "I have to say your little friend Kyle here is proving to be a lot of fun."

A/N: Damien is going to reply to some parts of your reviews.

George: Would Damien really use chloroform to knock him out though? Isn't that a bit old fashioned for the devils child; surely he's up to date with the medical world? Or does he just like to be retro?

Damein: You calling me retro? You better be careful what you say. If you must know I've found chloroform to be the most effective method, it's quick and easy. Unfortunately my powers don't seem to knock people out, just kill them. It's a bit annoying actually...

Mrsmonkeyxx: ...as for the lock picking knowledge... no promises.

Damien: Well don't blame me when you get caught.

Bella-romeo: wow, very dramatic chapter...

Damien: Oh you know me, I love drama. Bang.

mmm yeah...

This chapter is dedicated to Hamsters worldwide. Why? Because I can...

Thank you for reading and reviewing. *cheesy grin*