Craig
Checking his watch for the time, Craig realized it had been about fifteen minutes since Kenny had left for the bathroom. Certainly, it didn't take that long for the blonde to pee. Curious, he decided to go and look for Kenny himself. He wanted to make sure he was okay.
When he reached the doorway to the hall leading to the restrooms, he noticed a thick surrounding darkness. Almost as if somebody had purposely turned off all the lights.
Then he heard the sound of male moaning and rubbing cloth and instantly became alarmed. Calling for Kenny's name, he searched the dark for Kenny. What he saw, however how vague the details were, sickened him to no extent.
Kenny was being pinned up against the wall by a big demeaning figure. The attacker was busy divulging the side of Kenny's neck - almost like an animal devouring its prey. The sounds he was making were heavy and loud, further depicting the guy as an animal.
Kenny was so vulnerable in the state he was he. A lump formed in his throat and he forced his limbs into action. Running as fast as he legs would take him, he collided with the figure harassing Kenny, knocking him to the ground. He fell, letting out an animalistic groan as he hit the cold hard tile.
The only other thing that occurred to him at that moment was to dive into his instincts and beat the living shit out of the dude. Without thinking, he formed his hand into a clenched fist, and mustering all the strength he could, punched the guy straight in the face. Attempting to connect with his face again, harder this time, he brought his other fist up and was about to hit him again, when small hands began to hold him back.
"C'mon, Craig. Let's go. There's no reason to fight him. That's just more drama then I feel up to coping with right now. Can we just go?" Kenny spoke, breaking the heavy silence.
He looked and stared into the blonde's eyes, noticing the slight way his they seemed distracted and weary.
"Okay," Craig said; disappointed, He stood up and dusted his clothes off with his hands. "Who is this guy anyway?"
"Stan Marsh," Kenny answered; his voice slightly shaky.
Once glance at the Kenny's direction revealed blonde's appearance - awry and ruffled. His hair was fluffy and sticking up at the back of his head, creating a disheveled image.
He took his foot and kicked the guy, who was still moaning on the floor, hard against his ribs. Not hard enough for them to break, but hard enough to cause them to be sore for a few weeks. Immediately, the figure rolled over, clutching his chest and groaning in pain.
"The guy who always used to pick on you for being gay?"
"Yeah," Kenny shook his head yes.
His blue eyes were still distant and forlorn.
"You alright?" He asked; a slight sympathetic tone lacing his voice.
He walked closer to the small boy and wrapped his arms around his frail and weak shoulders. He pulled the boy into a light hug, resting his mouth against the boy's left ear, "Hey, calm down. I promise that monster will never touch you again. I give you my word."
He rubbed gentle circles into the blonde's lower back, attempting to bring some life back into the lifeless and unfeeling boy.
"Thank you, Craig," Kenny spoke softly, letting himself fall victim to Craig's embrace.