K bare with me, ignore some of te rushy parts plz, thankies.
Enjoy!
Kenny sat confused on Stan's couch, watching the raven haired boy as he spoke calmly on the phone with someone. Kenny knew that the person wasn't Wendy, because they've been broken up for a month, and Kyle was home sick, barely able to speak to your face, so it wasn't the Jew on the phone.
"haha," Stan laughed softly, he laid on his belly on the shag rug in the living room," yeah, well fine, alright I'll let you go….bye."
The boy hung up the phone and sighed peacefully before he sat up and looked to Kenny with a smile on his face, " k, what do you want to do?"
"Who was that?" Kenny inquired, " Kyle?"
"No," Stan frowned and stood, he walked to the kitchen," he's sick remember. "
Kenny kept his mouth shut, he could tell Stan was being testy about the subject," k….um, so do you know what's wrong with Kyle?"
Stan walked back into the den of the house and handed the poor boy a can of Pepsi," no, some kind of cold, or something, I only talked to him once, but I was ushered out of his house because I ended caused him to go into a coughing fit."
They each took a swig of the cold soft drink. They stayed silent as they lowed into the grey couch. After a long silence that defended Kenny's ears, Stan spoke.
"On the phone was Gary."
Kenny gave the raven haired boy a sideways glance and watched him in the corner of his eyes.
"The Mormon kid?"
"Yes, he was the reason that Kyle went into the coughing fit." Stan spoke in a hushed whisper now, his blue eyes stared at Kenny's darker twin blue eyes.
"Why would he care?" Kenny was interested now, why would Kyle be so mad about the blonde Mormon boy?
"I….I told Kyle about him and he freaked out, just slightly."
Kenny laughed a barking half laugh," why you two fuckin?"
Stan didn't look at the blonde who sat next to him. He blinked twice and remained silent, Kenny sat forward slightly and looked his friend up and down. He smiled and spoke," never though Stanley Marsh would be gay, that's great."
"Stan half-heartedly glared at his friend, and smiled," fuck you."
"no thank you, my eyes are on someone else, but I'll call Gary."
Stan pushed the blonde lightly on this upper arm," so Kenny likes someone? Interesting, who has caught the promiscuous eyes of Kenneth McCormick?"
"hmmm? Well….," Kenny stopped short and knitted his brows together, his smile faded.
"Kenny?" Stan touched his arm slightly.
"d-do you hear that?" Kenny said, he cocked his head to the side, trying to catch the noise again. There it was! A small cry of pain, but not of anyone's small cry. Kenny bolted up and ran out the door and headed for stalk's pond a quarter a mile away from the house. Stan followed silently behind him.
The poor boy stopped at the edge of the frozen pond and listened, the right of him, in the woods. He didn't even wait for Stan to catch up as he bolted as fast as he could into the woods, it seemed like forever as he passed trees covered in snow, everything looking the same until he came to a small cabin, the roof of the thing fallen in, moss covered everything, ice laced the porch's top. He didn't need now to cock his head to survey for the small cry, he can hear it now. It was a small whimper now, and a few sobs every once in a while, before he started to head for the door, his arm was grabbed by Stan, his cell phone to his ear, Kenny stopped and stared at him.
"now, tell me again what happened mrs. Broflovski, wheres Kyle? Y-you don't know? Blood?...we're heading straight over."
The raven haired boy stuffed his phone into his pocket, tears brimming hi sblue eyes,"Kenny…we."
Sniffle, ghah
Stan stopped midsentence and stared at the cabin a long with Kenny. They both bolted forward, almost slipping on ice, they threw open the heavy oak door and busted into the freezing room. Snow covered the ground the ceiling was almost gone, and lying in the middle of a large snow bank laid a figure wrapped tightly in a bloodied blanket, the person shook with sobs and cold.
Kenny made his way to the blanket clad figure, grabby a frail blanket covered sholder, he rolled it around. A head lolled to the side, red curly hair billowing out around a pale and bloody face of the read headed jew, Kyle.
"oh my god!" Stan shook lightly as he stared horrified by the state of his friend, he gripped at his stomach as if he could hold back his nausea with h is fist," what happened."
Kenny shrugged, picking him up bridal style he carried the bloodied boy out of the house and through the woods," Stan."
"Kenny? W-what happ-"
"call for an ambulance."
"right," Stan grabbed his phone and dialed 911, he spoke the situation franticly into the receiver and then told the address. They made it out of the woods and Kenny sat down. Setting Kyle down he took off his large orange hoodie.
Stan watched in horror as the blanket was removed. Kyle laid there, with nothing on but a pair of ripped and bloodied jeans, his torso and chest was lined with thin, long, and deep gashes. They still bled slightly. The Jew's head didn't seem any better, his neck was cut up and his right side of his face had three long claw like marks from his eye brow to the middle of his white cheek.
Kenny motioned for him to grab his friend and lay him on the orange fabric, together they wrapped him tightly, and Kenny held him close.
"k-kenny…"
"Kyle? Are you..what…"
Stan watched as Kenny pulled back to look at the red head. Kyle stared at him with his right eye closed, his left eye large.
"Kenny," he said," im sorry."
"why are you apologizing?"
"because im bleeding all over your jacket."
Kenny looked up at the raven haired boy standing, fear and nausea present on his face.
"k-Kyle," Stan said weakly, he kneeled to get closer to the boy, Kenny clutched at him as if he'll die f he let go," Kyle, you need to tell us what happened…were you…did someone.."
Kenny knew what Stan was insinuating but his words never could full get out. Sighing Kenny petted red hair out of the bloody face.
"Kyle, did someone rape you?"
Kyle blinked,"no."
Relief seemed to lift from them," then why are you out here? Did someone take you?"
"no…" Kyle shifted and laid his head into the chest of the blond," I was pissed at my mom and…hmm, well I left the house through my window and ran to here. Then…then…"
Stan put his hand of the shoulder of his best friend," then what?"
"I met this girl. She had black hair and wore a short black dress," Kyle sighed and tried to dig his face deeper in the chest, his cheeks trying to grab for warmth," she didn't wear shoes, but neither did i…"
Both boys looked at the red heads feet, they were almost as white as the snow with dried and frozen blood on the slim toes.
"anyways she told me to help her, so I followed her to the cabin, then she had a dog?"
"a dog?" Kenny inquired.
"mhmm, a big lean black dog, with yellow eyes, he was tall too!"
Kyle began to shiver, Kenny wrapped him tighter in his arms, the three of them didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't breathe almost waiting for the ambulance.
