An Angel With Broken Wings

AN: Just a warning. This chapter is alot different than the last one. Even though it's about twenty seconds after. Lol. It's a bit more dark...not quite as angsty as I wanted it to be though. Oh well, I like it. Kinda. Oh, and I forgot the disclaimer last time...so...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park...but I do own this idea. (I also have my own personal Kenny. I kinda own him.)

Enjoii!

Chapter 2 Cartman's POV

"Kenny, get to bed. You look like shit." I say, frowning at him. He is so damn stupid sometimes.

"I don't want to."

"And why is that?"

"I...I just don't wanna." His tone of voice tells me that he's lying, but I let it slide.

"Alright, fine. When you pass out, don't expect me to put you to bed. " Even though...

"Oh sure! You know you would!" And so what if I did?

"You just keep thinking that."

"I will." He says defiantly. Urgh.

"Go ahead. I'm going up to my room." I turn towards the stairs and make my way up. I hear him stepping lightly behind me. I hate it when he does that. I stop suddenly and turn to face him.

"Would you please not-" Kenny has pulled his hood down, and holy shit. He looks horrible. His eyes are both bruised and there are cuts all over his face, there's blood dripping from his nose, and still leaking from all of the cuts. Oh, god.

"K-kenny? Are you okay?"

"Wha-oh. Yeah. I'm fine."

"C'mon. I'm cleaning you up...dude, you look like someone was trying to kill you..." I turn away and lead him up to the bathroom, allowing myself a moment of weakness. Oh, god, he...how could someone do this to him? To someone as...as beautiful as him. I can feel my throat tighten, and I swallowed the urge to cry. It's been a long time scince I've done that. I lead him into the bathroom and I do the best I can to clean up his face. I got rid of all the blood, but I don't know what else to do. There's a deep gash on his cheek, but I don't know what to do for that one. I look at him fully for a minute. He's sitting with his eyes closed, frowning slightly.

"Kenny?" His eyes jerk open.

"Hmm?"

"Uh, are you cut anywhere else?" He nods slowly and pulls his parka off. He never wears a shirt under it. It's the same senario with his chest as it was with his face. Except the gashes are deeper, there's a lot more bruises, and the word 'die' is etched onto his stomach. Those cuts are the shallowest...but it's horrible to look at, with blood everywhere. I begin rubbing off all the blood, and this time he actually shows signs of pain.

"Ah...ow, Eric! Not so hard!" I stop and look up at him, there are tears in his eyes. I look down again quickly, trying to hide my own. When I finally clean up the last of the blood, he finally relaxes. He'd been tensed up the whole time. It just makes me wonder.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah"

"Good." I say, and begin putting all of the stuff I used away. "How'd you get them?"

"I-I don't know." The sound of his voice is odd, he's lying. But I kind of don't wanna know.

"I guess it doesn't really matter...you'll heal. But you'll have a lot of scars..." I drift off, then suddenly, Kenny's hugging me. I hug him back lightly, not wanting to hurt him more than he already is. When he releases me, his eyes are filled with tears again. I have to look away. I don't think I can handle tears. At least not right now.

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END NOTE: Poor Kenny...I feel so bad about doing that to him...but, 'tis a part of the story. At least Cartman's all OOC so he can help Kenny. Hehe, I am convinced he will be like this when he's older though. But a bit more on the evil side. Just a bit. Aaaanyways...REview if you want the next chapter to go up! Becuase, it won't, unless I get those reviews, which I love so much. (oh, and the person who's review is the coolest will get Kenny for a week, and the next chapter dedicated to them! So give me something that you want to happen in the next chapter along with your review) Peace out, wonderful readers!