Chapter 8: Adam Carter
Days went by and Butters was starting to become himself again. He was starting to feel much better, he was talking and laughing with the others, and even started to cuddle with me again. We would visit him after school everyday, I would bring him his work, and he would tell me about his day. He was starting to get the cheerful glow he always wore naturally. I was excited for him.
The days also went by with Cartman and I staying up late in his basement. We came up with a plan that would make this man pay for what he did. We were going to kill him, the man that no one ever saw before. Adam Carter. 32 year old man with no family of any kind. He was a loser, a piece of shit. Arrested four times for assault, 3 for robbery, and 2 for sexual assault/harrassment. I hated him with every cell in my body. He lived in the south town of Denver, a shitty apartment with a low-income job as a grocery clerk. Cartman got the intel from the Denver police station, hosiptals, and the people around him. No one liked him, at all. He was the kind of guy that if he died, no one could care two shits. No family or friends to cry, and no one to say that he was a good man and should rest in peace, no one. The perfect target.
Cartman's basement was shrouded with boxes of his mom's "toys", old toys of his, and clothes that they didn't bother to throw away. In the corner of the room was a wooden table with metal fold-up chairs and a mini-fridge with beer and soda. We had an old living room light stand in the corner, and an old ripped up couch against the one side of the table. It wasn't a five-star setting, but it was comfortable and private. While most of his basement was covered in shit besides the sitting area for us, he a small patch cleared out with a few tables with flasks, glass beacons, and chemicals in coolers. I never really looked in to it until Cartman told me about it. He was a genius when it came to math and chemistry, I never understood why he had bad grade until he told me how he was trying to look cool. He was mostly interested in different poisons and chemical reactions with everyday polymers and medicines. He had equations written on the wall and small containers with the words "Dangerous, do not touch" on them. It scared me. I decided to ask him about it as he was leaned up against the wall with his chair in his jeans and black sweatshirt. He had a beer in his hand and smile on his face. The table we were sitting at was covered in maps, records, statements, and pictures of the perp we were going to kill. I was sitting on the couch with my arms leaned on the table.
"Hey Cartman," He looked over to me with his grin still glued to his face. "Yeah?" "What do you want to be when you grow up?" his smiled wipped away from his face without hesitation and he sat there thinking about it for a good few minutes. "You know what Kenny? I don't know," "Why not be a chemist or biologist, since you're into that kind of stuff," "Yeah I guess I could but, I don't know what if I'm not accepted in to a good enough college?" "Well you can still try, I mean if you take a few tests to switch your classes and be in a higher level," "How? How could I be in a higher level?" "Cartman you're smart, like a genius," "No I'm not," "Cartman, look over at you're little lab there you're making poisons and making equations that I've never even heard of before. I've seen you correct other peoples' answers in your notebook, people who are in Calculus or higher, your in Geometry!" He started to shuffle in his seat a little bit, I guess he didn't know that I knew. "Kenny, even if I do switch classes it's almost halfway into the year, a college is not going to look into a kid whose failed most of his life," "Unless you call them," "I don't even know what college to apply for," "Well first you need to find out what you want to be when you're older, do you want to get into science, math, history?" I want to, I want to be a-a," "A what?" "I want to be chemical engineer," "See there you go, now all you have to do is look for colleges that are known for that field and find a job," "If it's so easy then why don't you do it?" "Cartman I'm not saying it's easy for anybody, I'm saying it should be easy for you. I'm not doing it because I've already been accepted in to college." "What?" "I'm going to college for mechanical engineering. I know how to work on cars and motors but, I don't have the paper that says I do," "Kenny, that's, that's great!" "Yeah I know, I still haven't told Butters," "Well why not?" "Well because, I'm already saving up for our wedding. Butters' parents are paying for the dresses and tuxedos, and I'm paying for the cake and the fire hall. I had this all planned out before I even proposed, and after we get married I can go to college knowing that Butters' is still mine," Cartman smiled at me before starting to giggle. "Which brings me to my next question for you," Cartman stopped laughing and looked to Kenny with curiosity in his eyes. "Go on," "Will you be, will you be my best man?" he smiled wider than I have ever seen him smile before. "Of course I'll be your best man," we both started to laugh before looking to eachother and smiling.
We sat there and chatted about what our futures might be like until there was a growing silence. Cartman decided to break the silence by bring up what we were actually there for. "So what are we going to do about this asshole?" Cartman pointed to a picture of the guy walking down the street. "Something painful but, can go unnoticed," "Natural, painful, vengeful death. Fun," I looked to him and hinted towards the lab near us with my head. "Ken, I can make a variety of concauctions but, I need to know how painful," "What's the worst you have?" Cartman smiled devilishly before getting up and walking over to his little chemistry lab. He turned on a few small lamps surrounding the tables and pointed to all the chemicals he had to explain what they are. "This here is a mixture of bleach, unisom, and acid. The unisom will make him dizzy and tired, but the bleach will keep him awake while his body tries to throw it up. And, the acid will literally eat away at his flesh from the inside out. Now it's traceable but, not if we're careful," "What else do you have?" "Here is hydrogen cyanide, also known as the Jew exterminator in World War 2. It causes the victim to drool and experience excruciating pain because it is binding and choking off the iron in our blood cells. It takes awhile before the victim dies. Usually our bodies will flail and drool to escape the toxin but, usually fail," "Cartman have I veer told you that sometimes you scare me," "Yes, but that is not the point. Would you like to take a look at you're everyday poisons? I have hydrofluoric acid, batrchotoxin, arsenic, strychine," "No Cartman I'm good, I think we should stick with the hydrogen cyanide," "Alrighty then, now that we have the who to kill, where to kill, how to kill, and why to kill. We need to know when," "We need to figure out his schedule," "Already taken care of, come see," Cartman lead me back over to the table where he took a piece of paper out from underneath a folder. "His schedule is simple and repetitive. He meets with his parol officer every Friday at 4pm, he has work Monday through Thursday from 8am to 6pm, he's usually home after work all night and Sundays goes to a local bar called Skinny Dog at around 2pm and comes home at 7pm," "Wow, impressive," Thank you, now when?" "I don't know I still want to talk to Butters about this before we do it," "Why do you want to talk to Butters?" "Because maybe he wants revenge, if he wants to kill him then he should be a part of it," "Kenny, we're talking about Butters, what if something goes wrong? Also, if we kill this guy, we have to live with that the rest of our lives, do you want Butters to go through that?" I sighed because Cartman was right. I should still talk to him though, just to get his idea on the whole situation before I do anything. "I'm still going to talk to him about it, I want his idea on the whole thing before I do anything," "Alright just don't" "I won't tell him about our plans or anything," "Ok, good," We turned off the lights and went upstairs to play xbox for a little while before we ate dinner and went to bed. I was spending the night here almost every other day it felt. It felt like I lived there. I still stayed over my house a night or two out of the week to keep an eye on my sister Karen, but most of the time if I wasn't at my house or Cartman's I was with Butters in the hospital.
The next day I went to the hospital as soon as the school bell rang. I was excited to see Butters because today was the day that he was being discharged. It's been three weeks since he was admitted to the hospital and now, he could finally come home. I ran to the hospital with all the strength I had in me. I was like a dog chasing a cat covered in bacon, I just couldn't resist it. I burst into the hospital doors and ran to Butters' room. I haulted at his door and attempted to catch my breath before walking in to see my little Buttercup. When I could reasonably breathe I walked in with a smile on my face to see Butters in a cute little pink dress with worn gold studs over his torso. He had white knee high socks with little fabric frill at the top and wearing his pink converse shoes. He wasn't wearing make-up, except for a little lip gloss, and to top it all off he had a white bow in his fluffy hair. I smiled at him and opened my arms wide when he ran over and squeezed me tight. "Oh Ken! I-I can le-leave now!" "I know!" we kissed eachother before looking over at his mom and dad smiling at us. "Now Butters you and your fiance can go have the rest of the day together, we even brought your car for you," "R-really!?" "Yeah, now go on your mother and I need to go home and make ourselves some dinner," with that last remark Butters' dad pulled out his wallet and handed us 50$ with a grin before shooing us off. "Thanks D-dad!"
We left without a care in the world. When we got outside we looked allover the parking lot for Butters' car, but we couldn't find it. "K-kenny, do you see my car?" "No, I don't," "Hey!" we both turned around to see Butters' mom and dad standing in frnt of the hospital pointing at the pink cadillac to the far right. Butters was so giddy he ran over to his car screaming with excitement, he was like a kid on christmas. I walked over waving to Mr. and Mrs. Stotch before wrapping my arms around Butters as he was jumping up and down. "Butters calm down, you're going to mess up your hair," I giggled at the thought of messin gwith Butters' hair. "Oh Ken, it's s-so cute!" I kissed him on the cheek before walking over to the passenger door. We go in the car and drove off without a destination. "Well, where do you want to go Butters?" "I-I've missed driving m-my car, I-I don't know Ken, where do yo-you want to go?" "Where ever you go I go," "Alright Whistlin' Willie's it is," "Woah dude, Whistlin' Willie's?" "You do-don't want to go there?" "No, I'm just surprised, and excited, I haven't been there in a long time," "Oh, well now we're going," he started to giggle. I reached over the seat to get the album of CD's Butters owned and looked through to find a song that would suit us at the moment. Butters smiled and grabbed the album with one hand and zipped through and pulled out a black and red CD that read Butter's Mix on it. I've never seen the Cd before so I was curious as to what Butters was going to play he put in the CD and skipped to track 7. Now knowing Butters I thought he was going to play something like Stevie Nicks, Air Supply, Billy Joel, hell maybe even The Beatles but I was not expecting what was coming through the speakers. Shredding guitars and deep bass lines were filling the car more and more as Butters raised the volume. I had absolutely no idea that Butters listened to death metal. I raised my eyebrows and looked over to Butters who was singing and screaming the lines. "Rise, rebel, resist! Rise, rebel, resist..." "Butters?" "Rise, rebel, make a fist, resist!" "Butters!" Butters jumoed a little hearing his name, he turned the volume down a little bit and looked over to me red as a tomato. "Butters, are you listening to Otep?" he made a small laugh before smiling a childish grin before nodding his head. "I-I 've always like Otep, but from ti-time to time I listen to Slayer, Psy-psychlon 9, Overkill, when I-I'm in the mood of course," "And , may I ask what mood that is?" "I-I'm happy," he smiled at me. "Kenny, I thought you li-listened to this kind of music," "I do, but I was just surprised to hear that you listen to it also, I didn't know you liked that kind of music," "Yup, it's very rare when I listen to it though, most people don't like it so I don't play it," "If you like it then you shoudl listen to it, who cares what other people think, I like it too if that helps," "I-It does," he smiled and turned his head to the radio briefly before I got the hint and turned it to the highest volume. We both sang and screamed the lyrics since now it was the song Smash The Control Machine. "Smash the control machine, work, buy, consume die, smash the control machine!"
We parked in the front of Whistlin' Willie's that was closed and boarded up. "I'm sorry Butters," Butters turned around and looked at me with confusion. "What are you sorry for?" "We came here to eat and it's closed," he looked at me more confused. "No it's n-not," I was so confused now. Was he ok? Maybe he was really tired, and didn't know it. "What do you mean no, the sign in the window clearly says no trespassing, and all the windows and doors are boarded up," "Not all the doors and windows," with that Butters stepped out of the car and ran behind the building. I jumped out of the car and followed pursuit. I didn't know what Butters' was up to, but it scared me that he was out of my sight. I almost ran into a wooden post before Butters grabbed me and cuaght me off guard. I turned to him to see he was out of breath and grinning like an idiot. "Butters?" "Co-come on!" He took my hand and lead me to a broken door the whole place seemed dangerous, but Butters seemed like he knew what he was doing. "Bu-butters where are we going?" "You-ll s-see," We were swiping our hand across the atmosphere in front of us because of the cob webs. When we were through what looked like to be the kitchen we were in a small space. Butters stopped me where I was and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. "Now Ke-ken you are going to st-stay here until I come ba-back," "Butters where are-" "No, st-stay here," He gave me a peck on the cheek before going through a doorway. It was dark, and the fact that it was almost dinner time didn't help either. Soon the sunlight would be gone. I heard a crack then saw an orange-yellow light glow from the other room, I was curious as to what Butters was doing. I wanted to take a quick peek before he came back but, I couldn't bring myself to break Butters' words. "Ok," I perked up hearing his voice as his footsteps drew closer to the doorway again. "Ok Ken now, cl-close your eyes," "What?" "You heard me cl-close them," I did what he said and closed my eyes and felt his hand grab mine and lead me through the doorway. The room smelled of mildew and vanilla, and a comforting warmth was coming from one end of the room. "Alright now, K-kenny you can o-open your eyes," I slowly opened my eyes to see a large blanket laid upon the floor and vanilla scented candles in front of an old claw machine full of toys. I laughed a little looking at the old machine it brought back good memories. "S-so Ken," I turned around to see Butters swaying back and forth with his hands behind his back. "How?" "I called my ol-old pal Dougie and as-asked him to set it up," "But why here?" "Well, I would've had dinner where w-we first really met but, yo-you wouldn't be that excited about going t-to an arcade," "I wouldn't have cared, as long as I was with you," "Y-yeah but this is a special night, and I-I have been counting down the days and today is not only the day I-I got out of the hospital but al-also the da-day I fell in lo-love with you," he smiled and made his way toward me with his cute little walk. He wrapped his arms around my neck and started to sway I placed my hands on his hips and swayed with him happily.
We danced, laughed, and cuddled in front of the candles enjoying eachother's company. We skipped dinner and just talked about how we used to be when we were younger. How Butters is still Butters, Cartman isn't an asshole anymore, and how everything changed for the better. Butters was laying his head on my lap when he jumped up and startled me. "Butters what's wrong?" "I almost fo-forgot!" "Forgot what?" "St-stay here," he skipped quickly over to what used to be the bathrooms and told me to stay looking the other way. After a few moments I was starting to worry so I went to turn around to see Butters crawling over to me, he was only a few inches away from me, and I smiled at him. He slowly lifted himself up and strutted in front of me and stopped where I could see him best. My breath was taken away literally. He had taken his converse off and his dress to reveal a black laced corset and panties now buckled to his thigh highs. He brushed his hands form his ankles slowly up his hair and messed it up. "Bu-butters?" "Who'd you th-think I am?" "Wh-wh-what are you doing?" "I have a li-little present for you K-ken," I leaned back with interest and watched as Butters danced for me. He spun, he shook, and he moved his body with expertise. He fell to the ground dramatically and crawled over me and began to make-out with me, causing my member to stiffen faster.
My hands started to creat a mind of their own when they traced Butters' figure and grabbed a hold of his moaned from the impact and started to undress me. He first unzipped my jacket slowly, and tore off the sleeves and pulling my shirt over my head fiercely exposing my naked torso. He started to nip at my collar bone as my hand slowly started to untie his corset.I moaned in pleasure when he nibbled on my left nipple and began to unzip my jeans. At this point his corset was open his panties were sliding off and we were two of the happiest people alive. Butters got up and ran over to his dress and reached into his dress' pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He ran back over here in fear of ruining the moment and open the could tell that we were hungry for each other as we made out intensely. My pants were off and his black lace underwear was to his ankles. Butters took the lube and pumped me making me harden even more and coating me. When he was down covering me he lifted himself off of me and put his own finger in his entrance moaning with pleasure. This was making me so hot. I just wanted to attack him. When he was finished stretching he squated over me seducing me with his gorgeous fire lit eyes and dove in for another kiss. As our tongues wrestled for dominance he startled me by pushing my member in all the way. I gasped from surprise. "A-are you al-alright?" "Ye-yeah I'm fine, just sur-surprised," "Oh, alright," he made out with me more and pushed me to the ground with a thud. He danced on me, with me inside him. He broke the kiss and sat up and moved his hips in circles causing me to lose my breath. He felt so good, so alive. He moaned and yelled in pleasure and dove down to nip at my neck again causing me to arch my back, wrap my arms around him and pull him in close as we both came together. He lied on top of me for a few minutes before pulling me out and cuddling beside me. I was out of breath, it was so amazing. "That...was...amazing!" "Yo-you ...said it K-ken," I turned my head to look into those eyes again, full of love, admiration, excitement, I truly loved this boy with all my heart. "Butters," "Yea?" "If something were to ever happenor if something were happening I want you to know that I would die for you, hell I will die for you if it were to save you even from an ounce of sadness," Butters gave me a kiss and started to cry then laugh. "I want t-to marry yo-you Kenny M-McCormick," I started to cry with him and gave him another heart felt kiss. This was truly the best night of my life.